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[slayer_fray]

Sometime, out of the staff hallway, comes an eight year old girl, in blue jeans and a bright red vest that look brand new, or as if someone aquired them fresh today from Bar for her.

She rocks up to the bar and pulls herself on top of it instead of a barstool, only to be presented with a note.

"...really? Me?"

Apparently so.

A few minutes later there

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[not_his_pa]

William's been busy, keeping an eye on Bill and working in the stables and he grins at the specials,

"That count for food too?"

[slayer_fray]

"I don't got any food behind here," Mel says. "Only sak."

[not_his_pa]

"Sak? I'll have a coffee,"

He shrugs, it was worth a try.

[slayer_fray]

"Coffee, right."

See, now it's just a question of this eight year old from THE FUTURE figuring out the Bar's coffee machine.

She glares at it.

[mnr_splinter]

Suddenly, seemingly out of no where, there's an anthropomorphic rat where mere seconds ago there wasn't. Such is the way of the ninja.

"Melaka."

[slayer_fray]

Mel wheels, a bottle in her hand, when caught by surprise.

...oh, it's him.

"What? The napkin told me to!"

[mnr_splinter]

For some reason he seems unconvinced.

"Really. The napkin told you to leave the apartment without first telling someone? How curious."

[slayer_fray]

Hey, that's totally unfair, and prompts an immediate sulky scowl.

"No one told me not to."