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[uquars_gadget]

Helen is sitting at the counter, with a very large book and an equally large scowl. Her black hair cloaks it, as it's fallen straight over her face.

Sensible people don't mix well with the atmosphere of Creema di Leema (or the company of Jamie Hamilton). But she probably wouldn't mind being bothered!

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[taishar_malkier]

Does walking in the back door and towards the bar count as bothering?

(Lan's been outside practicing sword forms. For a change.)

[uquars_gadget]

Probably not, but Helen catches the movement and tucks back a portion of her hair when he's close. She gives him a polite sideways nod.

[taishar_malkier]

Lan inclines his head in return, with equal courtesy.

[uquars_gadget]

"Light embrace you, Lan," Helen says, after a moment. "Your day goes calm?"