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[singlesoledjest]

Mercutio's on the couch again, this time with some sticks and a knife. He's whittling them idly, stripping off the bark and clearing it all into a neat pile at his feet.

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[puckishly]

And there's Puck, suddenly, perched on one of the couch arms. He picks up a bit of bark curiously, then tosses it at Mercutio with a remonstrative look on his face.

"The trees don't thank you, mortal."

[singlesoledjest]

Mercutio blinks, and then laughs. "Eh, the trees have plenty. I am sure they grudge me not."

[puckishly]

Puck cocks his head to one side.

"Have you asked them?"

[singlesoledjest]

Mercutio taps his cheek with a twig. "In fact, no. But they do so often drop them under my feet." These, however, aren't dead wood. Green wood is the best for whittling, and that's what Mercutio has.

[scienceliz]

"Mercutio?" Liz approaches him hesitantly, hoping he remembers her from their chat a while back.

[singlesoledjest]

"The Lady Liz!" He smiles up at her, delighted.

[scienceliz]

"Just Liz is fine," she says with a smile. "I'm glad you remembered me." She gestures to the couch. "Do you want any company?"

[singlesoledjest]

"I am always delighted by company, particularly in so well-formed a shape."