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[doyousmellfudge]

Artie's been staying in Milliways for the past few days. Mostly he's been out at the forge, working on a replica samurai sword, stopping only to eat and sleep. Y'know, when he actually remembers to do either one. Which he has, just now, so he's retreated to the Bar proper to grab a sandwich

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[doesntsaymuch]

Teller likes when people are eating, because the distraction is built right in.

He slides up to Artie, completely ignoring all social protocol about personal space, and offers him a fanned-out deck of cards.

Go on. Pick one. You know you want to.

[doyousmellfudge]

O RLY.

Artie just looks up and quirks an eyebrow at the little man.

[doesntsaymuch]

No? All right. His loss.

Teller puts the cards into one of his many pockets. Then, he coughs (at least he's polite enough to cover his mouth. Sort of), and brings up a tarantula, which twitches slightly on the Bar after it's sudden drop.

[doyousmellfudge]

O_O

Artie lets out a yelp and almost falls out of his chair.