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[puckishly]

Hmmmm. I wonder what day it could be. What day could possibly have put Puck in such a generally amused frame of mind?

I wonder.

At any rate, Puck is lying on his back on one of the tables, eyeing the upside-down comings and goings of the patrons with lazy, amiable curiosity.

He is always willing to accept gifts of chocolate.

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[dead_comrade]

Krauser is starting by the table. When tables are taken here, it seems to be pretty definite.

Puck gets a second look, just because he's the first person Krauser's seen doing that in a while who isn't injured or drunk.

[dead_comrade]

Krauser snorts in laughter, there and gone in a moment. "Of getting everyone killed, yeah."

[puckishly]

His nose wrinkles up for a moment. Then he smiles wryly.

"Which may count, if death is the intent."

[dead_comrade]

"Not that much death. They want to survive it." Krauser shakes his head. "Some of us have stumbled over it, one way or another. It's going to be taken care of."

Total confidence.

[puckishly]

Puck's eyebrows arch.

"You know your own business best, I suppose."

Then he smiles, friendly.

"Have you had a first drink yet?"

[dead_comrade]

Krauser doesn't usually smile, actually, but he does sort of lighten in keeping with the atmosphere. And quits with the hiding in the back of his brain thing.

"This morning, but just an old favorite. I think I should try something new, as long as I'm here."

[puckishly]

Puck beams!

"I am rather in favor of experimentation, as it happens."

He flops over onto his stomach, head resting on his arms, and regards Krauser as if waiting to see if he's going to do something interesting.

[dead_comrade]

Krauser's going to flag down a waitrat, as it happens. "Suggestions?"

Hey, he's come to the right place.

[puckishly]

Waitrats are interesting!

But alcohol is a lot more interesting.

"A great many," Puck assures him. "Though it's all a matter of what you want ..."

He smiles.

"I myself have rather a fondness for things with cream in. Or fire."

Fire makes things fun!

[dead_comrade]

"Cold things. No fruit, no umbrellas." Krauser looks a little wary. ". . . no fire."

[puckishly]

No fire?

No umbrellas?

Woe!

"In that case ..." Puck is thoughtful a moment. "Would cream be all right? I've a rather particular favorite that contains a certain amount-- and one does make it with ice."

[dead_comrade]

Absolutely no umbrellas, ever!

"Cream's fine." His favorite has milk. Yes, really! He had one with breakfast.

[puckishly]

A grin.

"Two African Lullabies, then, if you would," he says politely to the waitrat, who scampers off.

(Okay, technically they're made with coconut ... that's not a fruit. That's ... uh. Alternative milk?)

A few moments later, the rat scampers back-- more sedately, so as not to spill the drinks. Puck sits up fluidly and plucks his glass off the tray as it passes.

[dead_comrade]

Gasp! Someone is trying to pawn fruit off on him! Hey, it's not little umbrellas. He can deal. "Where'd you learn about these?"

Mm. Nutmeg.

[puckishly]

Puck sips delicately, eyeing him over the rim of his glass.

Does he like it does he like it huh huh huh?

"You know ... I don't recall." A tilt of his head, glancing consideringly down at the liquid in his glass. "Not in Africa, that much I know."

He smiles.

"There are many here who've had occasion to introduce me to new beverages. At times they seem to blur."

[dead_comrade]

He looks content! Which, considering how infrequently his canon smiles, is close enough to being happy about booze. "This smells familiar. What's the alcohol in this?

"After enough of these, I can see how that would happen."