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[wheatencrown]

Its Spring and Demeter is happy and carrying it with her. She almost dances through the front door and gets a glass of beautifully bubbly wine before settling on the couch and grinning.

Her gaze is roaming over the Bar for people to help her celebrate and handsome young men who need to smile more.

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[pickyourmoments]

There's a young lad by the fire. He's drinking coffee and staring at the floor.

At least he's changed his clothes and isn't drunk.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter sees him and stands up before putting herself right in his lap,

"Hello, Chandler."

[pickyourmoments]

She startles him, and he jumps slightly. Whether he was deep in thought, or completely zoned out is anyone's guess.

"Oh. Hey," he says softly, putting on a fake smile.

[wheatencrown]

"How are you doing?"

She leans up and kisses him quite soundly on the mouth.

[kamen_faiz]

Takumi isn't smiling, but then, Takumi barely smiles at all, so that's nothing new.

His attention, however, is drawn by Demeter's rather infectious cheer.

[wheatencrown]

She smiles back at him, "Hello."

[kamen_faiz]

Vaguely amiable noise.

Takumi is also a master of being really difficult to strike up a conversation with.

[wheatencrown]

"You look handsome, dear."

[ostro_goth]

"Demeter," Teja says, coming close. "It is spring, at last. And even though I am merely not deader than I was, I feel quite alive."

He is handsome, but not all that young; he smiles little, but when she makes him smile, it is not in that way. Still, he would greet her and be with her for a while, on the day of her joyful changing.

[wheatencrown]

She almost bounces up to hug him tightly,

"Yes, it is. Sit with me and tell me how you are."

[ostro_goth]

Teja sits, after having hugged her back. "I am making no progress with my murderer," he says.

[wheatencrown]

"He's a stubborn and proud man who has what he sees as his own type of honor."

[sonofwhitecity]

The spring in her step catches the eye of the son of Denethor, sitting close to the fireplace with a book in a table by his side. There is something oddly familiar about the young woman, something he cannot place at first.

[wheatencrown]

She smiles at him and comes over,

"You need to smile more. Spring has begun."

[sonofwhitecity]

He bows his head politely and a tiny smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"I am not a man quick to smile or laughter, young lady. But I will do my best, since you are right." Spring is here, and he knows he should make the effort to shake the melancholy of winter off his shoulders.

[wheatencrown]

"I know you're not, but you can learn and I'll help you."

She leans over and kisses his forehead.