Multi-Pup! Deity help us all.

[necessary_child]

For all that it's summer, it's still Scotlandish, and evenings are still chilly.

So Sam's sprawled out on a rug in front of the fire, spinning magic for Shreddie (who is still very much a kitten, over a year since Sam rescued him) to chase.

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An eighteen-year-old Minerva is watching them; she's sitting up very straight in a comfy chair with a

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[stuck_mynock]

An inquisitive person might be pushed to ask why Atton's face, hair and body is burnt, but clearly Sam isn't one of those, so there's no problem with Atton going over and acting like everything is normal.

"Hey, Sammy."

[necessary_child]

"Hey, A-" Sam looks up, and breaks off, leaping to his feet so quickly he startles Shreddie.

"Atton, what the fuck happened?"

[stuck_mynock]

Atton looks a little sheepish.
"Not my fault."

[necessary_child]

"What did you do?" Sam's voice is insistent, and his eyes are worried.

[hero_farmboy]

There's another member of Security making his way over to Molly. He might even tug playfully on the ear of her hat when he's close enough before sitting down next to her.

"I haven't seen you around in a while. Been keeping out of trouble?"

[ggollymissmolly]

Molly jumps, and looks up.

"Oh, hey." Blushing, what blushing? There's no blushing here!

"Yeah, I guess. Isn't much else to do. How're you?"

[hero_farmboy]

"I'm doing all right," he replies, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. Even if that's not the truth, his problems aren't exactly the kind that can or should be dumped on a girl Molly's age. "Just kind of hanging out tonight. Looks like you're doing the same."

Beat.

"Does your drink have sparkles in it?"

[ggollymissmolly]

Molly giggles, taking a long slurp on her milkshake.

"Yep! It's blackcurrant and sparkles. Bar makes 'em, they rock."

[guppy_sandhu]

There is a snore from nearby.

[necessary_child]

Sam doesn't really notice, for the moment.

KITTENSES, after all.

[guppy_sandhu]

There is a small thump as he falls off the table.

[necessary_child]

Pause.

Blink.

"Guppy, why were you sleeping on a table? There are perfectly good sofas right here."

[mycursedface]

Shreddie is joined by Medusa, who is still looking somewhat languid and sleepy thanks to Ouranos and his thunderstorm, but isn't letting this stop her in the slightest.

Oh, fine.

Sam gets a girlfriend as well.

But really, Medusa's terribly fond of his cat.

[necessary_child]

Sam pouts!

Or, he would if he realised.

"Hey, Meda." Leaning over for a kiss, as Shreddie bounces up to her.

[mycursedface]

"Hey, sweetie."

She's talking to the kitten, scooping her into her arms. A pause, and then she kisses Sam.

[necessary_child]

Sulk, as they separate.

"You're mean, Medusa, you know that?"

[lil_green_apple]

Pomona has gotten- well, not better exactly, but more used to the many people in the bar. Most of her time is spent in her room or outside, of course, but she has developed the occasional desire to curl up with a cup of tea on one of the soft couches just far enough from the fireplace to feel safe.

The thing is, it is somewhat difficult to be entirely inconspicuous when one is in bloom, and such a large number of your apple blossoms threaded through your hair that it gives the impression of being rather white.

And it is rather more difficult when you are staring at the fluffy creature playing on thr ground.

[necessary_child]

And the fluffy creature on the ground has been temporarily distracted from Sam's magic by some of Pomona's falling apple blossoms!

Sam's eyes follow Shreddie's path, and he offers the young woman on the sofa a grin.

"Hello."

[lil_green_apple]

She had, perhaps, been in the process of shaking a few extra blossoms loose for the amusement of the kitten, and thus rather startled to be greeted.

This is not, to be honest, a very unique reaction. As she is polite, usually, and perhaps made a bit brave by the time she has spent here without attracting any interested parties (so to speak), she offers a timid "Hello."

However, her attention goes straight back to the kitten afterwards.

[necessary_child]

Sam, who is aware he has a rather attractive smile and who therefore usually gets rather different reactions to it, frowns a bit. Shreddie, however, is perfectly happy to play football with the pretty fluffy white stuff.

"His name's Shreddie," the kitten's owner tries again. "Because I found him in a cereal box."

Beat.

"And I'm Sam."