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[fleecy_seeker]

"Can I get a plate of cheese enchiladas and about six peanut butter sandwiches wrapped up to go? Just the sandwiches, I'll eat the enchiladas here," Grover asks Bar in a calm voice.

Wait, Grover calm? Something has to be up.

[Tiny Fleecy Tag: Grover Underwood]

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[alsoagreengrass]

Scorpius is (mostly?) not the type to listen in on conversations. Especially orders to Bar because who cares what other patrons have for lunch?

But: "Merlin, I hope you're saving those for later."

Because Scorpius may be a sixteen-year-old boy and able to eat a lot, especially after a Quidditch practice, but a plate of enchiladas and six peanut butter sandwiches?

He'd find himself sick and with his head in a toilet after all that.

[fleecy_seeker]

Grover turn and swallows the bit of enchiladas he just took.

"The sandwiches? No they're for my...friend."

"Is Tyson really a friend?" Grover can't help but think to himself. "And when did he become one if so when?"

[alsoagreengrass]

"Is your friend the beater for a Quidditch team," Scorpius says in a blurt, rather than actually asking, unaware of Grover's inner thoughts.

Though, to him, six sandwiches seems almost reasonable. He once ate four and only felt he should have stopped after he ate a half of the fourth; that last half might have been his undoing.

[fleecy_seeker]

"No, he's a cyclopes," Grover replies with a bit of hesitation, eyeing Scorpius to gauge his reaction.

[thatinyourpipe]

(ooc: *currently reading Sea of Monsters*)

Further down the bar, there was a sheepskin skirt wearing nature God with some ready Atlantean for drinking. He never liked the wintertime. It affected Aunt Dem so badly, it was extremely cold and there was snow everywhere. He couldn't just lounge among the leaves as easily as he could other times of the year.

"I smell a long journey," he commented in passing.

[fleecy_seeker]

[OOC: I'll do my best to avoid spoiler than as Grover's coming from The Battle of the Labyrinth]

"I'm on a quest!" Grover replies practically bouncing in his seat. "I think I'm going to find...well You? The You from my world?"

It's about then that Grover rubs his forehead, the idea of there being more than one Pan is a hard one for this pious satyr.

[thatinyourpipe]

(ooc: No problem! I got the series so steadily making my way through them.)

Pan shrugged, "It's easier to say I can be everywhere. There's me here, me in your world. My many names, I suppose it's confusing for a mortal." It makes perfect sense to the god. He was also on his way to becoming drunk.

"You found me here so luck is with you," he added, gesturing with his glass.

[fleecy_seeker]

Grover stops to think about Pan's philosophy.

"Actually, that makes it easier and less confusing," he says with a smile. "Would you like an enchilada?"

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The young woman (nineteen, for all that she's got grey hair) at a nearby stool looks over curiously. "I know what peanut butter sandwiches are," she says, "but I don't think I've ever heard of an enchilada before."

[the_ghostking]

... so he'd heard about recognizable gods coming into the bar.

He was even told that anyone from his world could technically come here too.

He was prepared to believe one thing, and dismiss the other as something like cosmic never gonna happen.

So, what - by the gods - is Grover the satyr doing in the bar asking for enchiladas?

STARING. There is staring. Maybe Grover won't notice Nico nearby. Staring.