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[ladyfirestarter]

Charlie's sitting at a table with her cane lying across it, sipping an iced tea and watching the Observation Window with a faint, wondering smile.

It really is kind of beautiful, in its way.

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[walksthebounds]

He knows they know each other!

. . . but it's been a few decades at least, and names are always the first thing to go.

And is the cane new? He has a vague suspicion the cane might be new.

Ah, well; maybe conversation will drop some clues. He looks out the window, raising his eyebrows. "From the way you're staring, I was expecting to see someone making faces in the glass."

[ladyfirestarter]

A startled glance, and a small rueful smile. "Haven't seen that one yet, no."

It's been a while for her too, but not so long that she's forgotten him.

(She'll have his name in a second.)

[walksthebounds]

"It'd be a good trick," Jamie says grinning. "The looks on people's faces!"

[ladyfirestarter]

"How would you get out there?"

A pause, and she adds more thoughtfully, "And back in afterwards?"

[04_after]

Quatre has a glass of orange juice, himself, and a newspaper he's half-reading as he navigates his way through the bar. But he glances to her face, and then the window, and back.

And he smiles. Wonder is such a rare thing.

"It's lovely," he acknowledges, hushed but loud enough to be heard.

[ladyfirestarter]

She glances at him, and a bit of the smile's still there.

"And you never quite get used to it."

[04_after]

"I hope not," Quatre agrees, "though I've not been here long enough to say. It would be an awful sort of thing to get used to, the universe dying."

[ladyfirestarter]

Charlie casts another look at the Window.

"Even if it is of natural causes," she says, a little subdued.