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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph's

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[joye_of_snackes]

"Wotcher!"

Steph is joined on the couch by a kindly old woman in black. Just as soon as she moves her feet anyway.

"Stephanie, isn't it?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"That's me!" Steph beams at her. "And you're Nanny!"

Hi Nanny!

... Oh, wait, you wanted to sit down? Oh, fine then. Steph swings her legs over and grins at her.

"What's up?"

[joye_of_snackes]

"Oh, you know," Nanny says cheerfully, wriggling her expansive behind in order to make herself more comfortable. "Life's quiet when you're an old lady. How are you?"

[i_spoiled_it]

Sure, quiet. Steph grins, shuffling up a bit further to make more room.

"Life's quiet when you're a young girl," she says solemnly.

[will_scarlett]

Will is happy, there is grinning and smiling a bit of an edge of worry since Atton is an ass, but Kate is wonderful and Steph gets beamed at,

"What are ye drinkin'?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"Hi Will!" Steph grins at him. "Lemon, lime & bitters. Tastes great. Why are you looking so glowy?"

[will_scarlett]

"Wouldna be polite to tell ye, but told ye 'bout Kate aye?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"Ooooh." Steph laughs. "Reeeally. I seeeee."

[and_far_away]

Sharpe, as a general rule, does not like sailing. There's a reason he ran to the army rather than the navy, when he was young, and it's not just that an army recruiter found him first.

The sea on his journey to India isn't particularly calm today. He looks juuust a little green when he walks through the door.

[i_spoiled_it]

"Hey!" Steph beams, and waves him over. "Hi! ... You look like shit!"

[and_far_away]

"Morning, lass", he says with a sickly smile. "Not the best at seafaring."

[i_spoiled_it]

"Aw, that sucks." Steph jumps up to offer him her spot on the couch. "I'll get you a drink or a -- seasickness pill or something, si'down."

[3rdtimelucky]

"Try these on."

A pair of brand new roller-blades drop onto the couch beside Steph, closely followed by a Goldilocks with a vodka gimlet.

"They're a nine and a half."

They are also a stylish green with a sparkly red blaze. Very Steph.

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph looks at them, and breaks into a wide grin.

"Sweet, G!"

Drinks and lounging are promptly abandoned in favour of stuffing-feet-into-blades.

[3rdtimelucky]

Goldy's skates are a much less gaudy black, with an understated gold stripe. But she doesn't have them with her, so drinks and lounging are whole-heartedly embraced by the Fable.

"No snide remark?" she comments, blinking in mock-surprise.

"Did I actually get them right?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"Right colours, right size, as long as you didn't boobytrap them -- which I totally wouldn't put past you, by the way -- they'll be sweet." Steph beams at her.

"Or maybe I'm just in a nice mood."