And on this day in March, Milliways's local one-eyed poet walks down into the bar. He looks a little different, though. Modern clothes; dark jeans and a black jacket and not his normal
boots (they are a little hard to pull on with one-hand still in a splint
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That somebody is smoking a rather large cigar.
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At least, he hopes it isn't. That could be...annoying.
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Taking it, she dabbed her forehead and temples as she glanced around her.
A second later. "Felicitous natality."
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"Thank you." A soft voice, English from London. Not a noble's accent, but he's not an uneducated peasant, either.
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"Though cupcakes are quite sweet and colorful, I still do not quite understand the appeal of the melted wax."
This might make sense if one knew Marian's understanding of updated birthday's came from a young child she was teaching.
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"Neither do I, entirely. Unless it's the whole...celebratory shebang. However, I supposed I SHOULD be grateful that she limited herself to one."
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