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[ratatouiller]

On this fine afternoon, one will find a small-ish looking grey-furred rat by the Observation Window's sill, two front-legs crossed before him as he leans forward and watches fascinatedly at the universe resetting itself.

This small-ish looking rat is not a waitrat, contrary to what appears to be popular belief what with patrons often mistaking

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[rt_5478]

"Rémy!" calls a small voice from the floor below the rat.

[ratatouiller]

It takes a brief moment for Remy to snap out of his reverie and back to reality.

He turns a little and spots Artie.

"Hey, Artie," he says. "It's been a while!"

[rt_5478]

"That it has," says Artie, scrambling up a nearby chair leg and hopping over to the sill. "I met your, ah, business partner the other day..."

[ratatouiller]

Remy has to try not to look too surprised.

"Linguini?"

He knows the boy comes to the bar too, but he hasn't seen him here in a while either.

[young_womble]

Wellington smells fellow rodent.

He peeps out from under a nearby table.

[ratatouiller]

Remy is still a little preoccupied with watching the window and its Magnificent View to notice Wellington.

[young_womble]

Wellington emerges and looks up.

"H-hallo?"

[ratatouiller]

Curious, Remy turns for a moment to the voice.

"Hi," he returns with a smile, "Were you talking to me?"

[garbage_boy]

The mun couldn't resist, even if it's an insta-slowtime, so.

Speak of the devil -- being fascinated by sparkly things isn't just for seagulls anymore. Someone has taken up the hobby; it's purple, and a milkshake, and very sparkly. It's also rather magnetic in that lava-lamp-(and-Observation-Window)-esque way, where you know it won't do anything surprising but feel compelled to watch it for just a little while longer in case something different happens. (Besides, the sparkles look magical, like it's a potion instead of a milkshake.)

Yes. A boy with a purple sparkly milkshake. Because he doesn't have to worry about who will see him drinking it. Right?

....... they just taste good. Really.

[ratatouiller]

[ooc: gleeee! yeah - slowtime's the way I roll, so no problem. ;D ]

Once Remy has had enough staring out the Observation Window, he turns back to the bar and finds himself spotting Linguini not too soon after.

And is that a purple sparkly milkshake? It barely even looks drinkable. Scurrying towards him, Remy climbs up the side of Linguini's table with no difficulty at all.

"What exactly is that?" he asks, peering up from over the edge.

[garbage_boy]

Linguini starts shamefacedly and grabs it. Which, actually, wasn't really a good idea, seeing how it's easily spillable liquid and all. Oops. Enjoy your purple milkshake, Bar.

He blinks at Remy through spots in front of his eyes and that kind of migraine you get from staring directly into the sun.

"What is what?"

Yes, whatever could you be speaking of, Remy?

[ratatouiller]

"You were drinking something that looked like it should be a woman's perfume, not a beverage," Remy points out, now settled somewhere on the table's surface, nose twitching.