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[kitchen_maid]

Amy comes downstairs, humming a little, and stops short when her clothes are suddenly not her clothes. She's even more confused when a glance at Simon Perryvall reveals that he is now wearing a waistcoat and glasses, and carrying a pocket watch

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[theravenboy]

Bran waves. Golden glitter sparkles in his eyelashes and his hair. "Good evening, Amy! Has the bar got you too, then?"

[kitchen_maid]

Amy looks a little helplessly at her clothes. "I . . . suppose?" she says, uncertainly. And then, more certainly, "These are not my clothes. And Simon Perryvall doesn't have clothes."

A beat, and then she remembers her manners. "Good evening, Bran. You're . . . sparkling."

[theravenboy]

"It's a holiday we have, Samain, All Hallows, Halloween. In some places people celebrate by dressing themselves in silly costumes. Here the bar provides the costumes. I am lucky I escaped."

He waves a glinting hand. "Of course, Lilly Kane thought I needed some costume, so she thoughtfully provided glitter."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy blinks. It's just the day before All Saints' to her. "And Bar is dressing people?" she says, again uncertainly.

"I think Lilly is fond of glitter."

[avonlea_girl]

Anne is down in the bar, sitting dreamily at a window, which is not new. A smile plays over her lips, which is good to see, but also not particularly strange.

Her outfit, however, might cause a second look.

She turns, and sees Amy, and Anne is glowing.

Literally. There is golden glitter in her hair and on her shoulders and eyelashes, and it catches the light rather prettily.

"Amy! I see it happened to you, too."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy looks at her friend, blinks, and then says, "Yes, though I'm still not entirely clear on what it is."

She notices the glitter. "Did Lilly Kane get you, too?"

[avonlea_girl]

Anne blushes hotly.

"...no, she didn't."

[kitchen_maid]

Interesting reaction to an innocent question.

"But someone did?"

[highking]

Peter spots her across the bar.

Odd clothing, yes, but he still recognises her, and after taking a deep breath, he moves toward her, drawing his sword as he goes.

He might look threatening, but only for a moment. When he reaches her, he kneels before her, laying his naked blade at her feet.

"My lady princess," he says, his eyes on the floor, "I have treated thee most shamefully. I call myself neither knight nor king, and am but a humble supplicant before thee. The Great Lion himself knighted me with this sword, and I swear by it and by His golden mane that I shall not touch it again until I have performed whatever tasks you deem necessary in payment of my great debt of honour to thee."

[kitchen_maid]

Amy could possibly look more confused. If, say, a white rabbit went running by chattering about missing an appointment, or she were asked to play croquet with a flamingo-mallet and hedgehog-ball. But probably not.

At any rate, she blinks down at the top of the gentleman's head, quite clearly confused, and not a little concerned about the sword.

"I'm sorry," she says finally. "Have we met?"

[highking]

Peter looks up at her for a moment. He does indeed look older, but the line of his jaw, and his eyes - those are still Peter, through and through.

But then his eyes are fixed once more on the floor.

"Thou'rt right, princess. I do not deserve to have thee recognise me."

[kitchen_maid]

She recognizes him when he looks up. She thinks.

"Peter?" she says. "Peter, what are you doing?"