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[gil_whimple]

OOM

Enter one faun with a very large tray of little bowls and baskets of snacks. Anything you might fancy is probably going to be there so stop him and ask.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"Hey Gil."

Guppy has his little person with him today. He smiles at Gil as the faun comes past.

"They smell yummy."

[gil_whimple]

Awww baby

Gil grins and set his tray on the table. "What would you like?" he says. "I've got crisps, chips, nuts, rice crackers, bombay mix, trail mix, hot wings, cold wings, bufflao wings, onion rings and deep fried paradoxes."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Oh wow, what a choice!" Guppy grins. "Paradoxes please. Alexander takes offense when I drop bits on his head. Can I get you a drink?"

[gil_whimple]

"Paradoxes coming up," Gil says and places a basket within easy reach. Then he sinks down onto his haunches to look at the baby.

"Awwww," he says. "So sleepy."

[friend_of_lucy]

Tumnus has a book and a pen behind his ear when he enters the Bar and looks around with a confused smile before spotting Gil and trotting over.

[gil_whimple]

Another faun! Gil beams, herd instinct taking over and trots across to him.

"Hello," he said. "Tumnus isn't it. You look very studious. Hungry?" He offers the tray.

[friend_of_lucy]

"Oh yes, I was doing some research for my book and I could do with a snack. I remember you, you're Gil, you welcomed me so well last time."

Tumnus takes one of the cheesy things and smiles.

[gil_whimple]

"Yes I'm Gil," Gil says, pleased to be remembered. "You're writing a book? Wow - that sounds interesting. What's it about?"

[asar_suti]

"Gil!"

Asar-Suti comes bouncing down the stairs, three books under his arm, but with a hand free to either steal a snack or hug the faun.

So which one?

He hugs the faun, careful not to upset the snacks.

[gil_whimple]

"Sooty," Gil says and leans a bit to nuzzle Asar-Suti's cheek.

"How are you? What are you reading? Hungry?"

[asar_suti]

"I'm fine, and now I'm happy as well because I see you!" Asar-Suti likes. "And of course I'm hungry."

He looks around.

"There's one very pissed-off blonde I am avoiding, but she's not here at the moment, so I'll be safe having a snack and a snuggle with you!"

He shows Gil the books -- one about the care and feeding of kneazles, one a muggle book about the Axial Age, and the third a novel about werewolves.

[gil_whimple]

"Why would a blonde lady be annoyed with you?" Gil asks. "You're lovely. Come on, let's sit down and I'll ask - um - Holly to fetch us coffee. Yes? Thanks Holly, there's a good rat."

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

Food!

A huge, thuggish fellow nearby is watching you, Gil."'M hungry, Mr. Croup."

The smaller, but equally unpleasant-looking man next to him sighs. "You're always hungry, Mr. Vandemar. Anyway, the things you really like are probably not included in his collection."

"We can look, though."

"True. And I'm feeling a tad peckish myself . . ."

They walk over.

[gil_whimple]

Gil's nostrils twitch. He knows trouble when he smells it. But he is also a professional.

"Hello gentlemen?" he says. "Can I offer you a snack?"

[mr_v_and_mr_c]

"What do you have to offer?"

[gil_whimple]

"I've got crisps, chips, nuts, rice crackers, bombay mix, trail mix, hot wings, cold wings, bufflao wings, onion rings and deep fried paradoxes," Gil says, offering his tray. "All freshly cooked in our kitchen."