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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[garbage_boy]

"Hey!" There is a Linguini flopping down next to Molly. Well, sitting. But flopping a little.

He looks awfully happy to see her. She's little! And behatted! ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.

[ggollymissmolly]

YAY A 'GUINI.

He gets hugged! (It's better not to ask how the milkshake survives said hugging.)

"Hi!" Grinning.

[garbage_boy]

Well, it's got sparkles. Maybe it's magical.

She gets hugged back, with beaming.

And he eyes the hat!badge.

"Are you on your break?"

Serious security member is taken seriously! Even if she's adorable. Really.

[ggollymissmolly]

"Not really," Molly shrugs. "It's sorta like, I have to wear the badge, but I don't have to go looking for trouble or anything. Just be here, just in case."

[blumekinde]

Klara isn't sure what's more surprising: seeing Molly in the Bar, or seeing her dressed in such strange clothing.

The memory of their parting sticks out in her mind, and she almost doesn't approach. But curiosity ultimately gets the best of her.

"What's that?" Klara asks, pointing to the milkshake.

[ggollymissmolly]

Blink.

"A... milkshake?"

Beat. Grin. "It's blackcurrant and sparkles."

[blumekinde]

"Oh." Klara wonders how long you'd have to shake the milk to get it to look like that.

"Is it...good?"

[ggollymissmolly]

Molly gives her a milkshake-edged grin.

"It's awesome. Wanna try?"

She offers her the glass. "I'm Molly."