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[puckishly]

There!

... No, no, to the left. Down a little-- behind the waitrat--

There.

A pair of bright, somewhat shifty blue eyes has appeared over the edge of a table, accompanied by-- for the sake of scrupulous exactness-- one nose, one forehead, and a nest of brown hair.

The eyes glance left to right; then, pale and slender fingers latch two, four

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[gorgonfondness]

Well, sort of. If you like mushy carrots. The baby that's been putting his fingers in the bowl of carrots sees you there, Puck, and he thinks you're playing a wonderful game. His hands leave the bowl and they go to his eyes, peeking through his fingers and softly giggling.

His mother notices his gaze and goes, "Don't you want any more carrots, honey?"

[puckishly]

Puck thinks this kid is a freaking genius.

He covers his own eyes with his own fingers, then peeks through cautiously.

[gorgonfondness]

That makes the three of them, then. Though these are some remarkably good mushy carrots, both for playing in and for eating.

Cepheus closes his fingers together and blows a raspberry before laughing again.

Mia's eyes follow the direction her son is facing and she notices Puck. She was holding a spoonful of the carrots but now she kind of dangles it in her fingers.

"Did you want to share your dinner, Cepheus?" before turning the spoon around and eating the carrots herself.

[puckishly]

Puck glances to Mia, eyes shooting wider in a comical whoops sort of expression.

He quickly beams, however, popping up over the table so that his smile and chin both appear over the edge.

"God give thee good even, madam," he says.

[true_desire]

Whatever this patron's eating, there's the overwhelmingly delicious scent of summer peaches: Could be cobbler, or tart, though there isn't enough vanilla for either, so maybe just fresh fruit in a bowl, then...

Oh, wait.

Hey, look! It's Desire.
The Endless's gold eyes sparkle micheviously, awfully close to where Puck's peering over the table's edge.

"Boo."

[puckishly]

Puck has scarcely the time to register the rather bewitching scent of fruit that is rather out of season (though when has that mattered here?) before confronting a pair of golden eyes and giving a start.

"Ah--!"

He grins, sheepish-- a look he mastered several years ago-- and raises himself half a foot or so over the tabletop, where he can rest comfortably on his elbows.

"I shall think the winter wind more gentle than I have, if now it blow you back here. How do you?"

[true_desire]

"As I ever do, dear Puck. Care to sit down and stay a moment?" Desire's grin is as knife-bright as ever, the Endless gesturing to any seat in the booth.

There isn't a cigarette at hand yet, but give it time: It appears Desire is having something of a nostalgic fit, if the bottle of mead on the table is anything to go by. (A bribe, perhaps, to sweeten the deal... Not that Desire and Puck have ever not shared a table in the long years of acquaintance, given the chance.)

[puckishly]

It may have all to do with where Puck's heart lies at this moment, but the knife's aspect to Desire's smile makes rather an impression.

His eyes flicker to the mead and back to the Endless, and he grins.

"I've certainly more care to stay than will to go."

The fairy vanishes, to reappear sitting quite comfortably in the booth.