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[blue_ajah]

Following something of an impulse, Moiraine has brought her latest journal-- full of notes on the oral history of Twin Peaks, as learned through the stories she's been collecting from people-- into the bar to review them there

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[howling_laugh]

A pair of fuzzy ears and a long snout pop up over the other side of the table. Coyote has chosen her seat, apparently. You never have to invite coyotes for tea.

[blue_ajah]

Evidently not.

Moiraine arches an eyebrow at her.

"Coyote," she says. A pause. "Good evening."

[howling_laugh]

Has she got anything good to eat? If she does, Coyote is probably already going for it.

"So. You have been to Raven's house."

[blue_ajah]

It is entirely possible that one of Rae's pastries remains on a dish -- or remained, as the case may be.

"I have," she confirms.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae remembers her, if only vaguely. A year and a lifetime ago. But that's never stopped her before.

"Evening," she greets with a smile, tray smelling of heaven balanced against her hip. "Moiraine, wasn't it?"

[blue_ajah]

"I am Moiraine," she confirms, with a slight smile. "Good evening, Rae. Light illumine."

[sunbaked_baker]

Sunshine grins. As though the light does anything but illumine.

"How's your evening going? Care for anything sweet to go with your tea?"

It's that time of evening, after all. All Rae has left is a tray of what didn't sell right away, that she's trying to sell before turning them over to the Bar.

"I've got Cinnamon Rolls as big as your head, Chocoholia, Caramel Cataclysms, Meringuamania, Lemon Lechery, orange-ginger teabread, and maple-sugar poundcake."

[blue_ajah]

"My goodness."

Moiraine considers the tray, then considers Rae as well.

"Did you make all of that yourself?"

[veryvorkosigan]

"Moiraine?"

The voice should be familiar; the tone is one of surprised delight.

[blue_ajah]

The voice is very familiar, as it happens, and draws the Aes Sedai's immediate attention.

"Cordelia."

She is smiling.

"It is good to see you."

[veryvorkosigan]

"How have you been? It's been years."

She stops by the table, resting a hand on the back of the chair opposite Moiraine.

[blue_ajah]

For a moment, there is a flicker of something more than mere surprise in her dark-eyed glance.

"Years?"

[docscurlock]

Doc happens to be passing by with a journal in his hands as well -- this one is full of stories of his time on the trail with Billy the Kid, as well as some half-hearted attempts at poetry he's jotted down -- when he spots a familiar face.

"Evening, Moiraine."

He doesn't want to disturb her peace, but it has been long enough that he feels he should at least say hello.

[blue_ajah]

"Good evening," she replies, with a small smile. "It has been some time, has it not?"

[docscurlock]

"It has been," he says, giving her a small smile. "But with Milliways bein' as unpredictable as it can be...I guess you've gotta suspect it, sometimes. Are you doin' well?"

[blue_ajah]

"I cannot disagree with that," Moiraine tells him, and gestures gracefully toward the seat across from her in clear invitation.

"I am, as it happens. And yourself?"

[nitro_is_ace]

Cup of tea, peaceful moment, small bird...

Small bird was on the list, right?

Now it is.

The bird would be the one eying the stack of notes warily.

[blue_ajah]

Moiraine blinks at it, then peers closer... and smiles.

"Good evening," she tells the bird.

[nitro_is_ace]

"Evenin'." The bird bobs, eying the paper pile from the other side, then hops herself over to the opposite bench.

Ace rolls her eyes at Moiraine as she stretches out, feeling weird without feathers.
"Paperwork? Really? Do I have t'go find the Electric Mayhem? I bet they miss you."

[blue_ajah]

"Does it make a difference if it happens to be work that I am enjoying?" she counters, still smiling.