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[creator_raven]

There is a tall, skinny man sprawled in a corner booth

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[pig_transcends]

A pink pig materializes on the opposite bench. "Mind if I join you?" he says, slightly after the fact.

[creator_raven]

Raven tilts his head.

He tilts his head almost comically far.

Then he grins.

"It is not a thing I often mind, no."

[pig_transcends]

"I didn't think so, but it's always polite to ask," laughs Chao. "How are whim and necessity treating you these days, Raven?"

[creator_raven]

Raven laughs, too, nose wrinkling.

"Well enough, I am thinking. It is quieter here than some places, yes?"

Raven has very strange standards, it would appear.

[ahogarse]

"Pssssst"

Says someone, very insistently, from what sounds like out of thin air across the booth from Raven.

"Psst."

[creator_raven]

Raven tilts his head, studying the not-there figure.

"Santi, yes? Things are well?"

[ahogarse]

Am good. Le Chiffre is back is back.

Church-bell laughter, soft and far away.

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

"That, I think, is a very fine thing. So."

Beat.

"You are happy, then?"

[_estsanatlehi_]

It's not long before the cookies attract company, as they were likely intended to do.

If they weren't oatmeal raisin before, they certainly were once she got ahold of one, picking the raisins out to save for later, "Hi."

[creator_raven]

Raven grins back at her.

Then he sticks out his tongue.

"You are for liking oatmeal?"

Ew.

[_estsanatlehi_]

She nodded, "And raisins."

Another smile, crooked as ever as she ate them next, picking them out of another cookie, "How are you bird?"

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a face.

"I am well enough, I think. Sometimes boredom is almost not so bad."

Sometimes Raven lies.

[fighter__pilot]

Those cookies look pretty good from where Shalla's sitting.

Cookies are good, and if she were a Jedi, they'd be floating their cookie selves over to her.

Maybe if she stares hard enough, she'll develop Force powers.

[creator_raven]

Possibly if she stares hard enough, Raven will begin staring back.

Also grinning.

It is a thing.

[fighter__pilot]

Her staring is so intense that she doesn't notice at first. (Or perhaps her mind has wandered. That happens.)

When she does notice, she grins back, only the smallest bit sheepish -- and then resumes staring at the cookies.

They say it's all about concentration.

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks once.

Then there is a cookie flying across the room at her.

Probably he threw it.

Probably.

[milkbonesoldier]

Yeah, possibly not. Wells wouldn't really know. Most of what he knows about Raven he knows 'cos Ace told him, really.

"Evening, Raven."

[creator_raven]

Raven blinks up at him, then grins.

"Wells, yes? Things go?"

Possibly Raven will toss a cookie at him in a minute.

This, too, is a thing.

[milkbonesoldier]

"Generally, yeah," says Wells. "Just now I'm mostly waiting on Spoon and such, but mostly they go. How's it with you, anyway?"

If the cookie gets thrown, he's going to try to catch it one handed.

[creator_raven]

The cookie gets thrown, indeed.

"Mostly bored, I think."

Raven shrugs.

"It is a thing that happens."

Until it stops, that is.

Raven can be very creative.