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[deserved_it]

Eustace enters from outside, shaking snow off his hair, cheerful and red-cheeked. He heads for the Bar for tea, and then for the fire.

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[kitchen_maid]

[ooc: This is almost have to going to go to slowtime. OK?]

Amy has cookies. Snickerdoodles. They go extremely well with tea, really.

"Hello, Eustace. I take it you've been outside."

[deserved_it]

[OOC: Waugh, lack of notifications. Sorry! Slowtime is love.]

"Hullo, Amy." He grins. "What was your first clue?"

[kitchen_maid]

"Intuition," she says, with a laugh. "Would you like a cookie?"

[deserved_it]

"Yes, thanks."

He takes a cookie and eyes her. "Now is this the famed 'women's intuition' I've heard so much about? Or is it another fairy gift?"

[thedisenchanter]

Jill is already sitting by the fire, staring into the flames. Her eyes watching the light dance. Her eyes then flick back down to a random book that Bar had given her. She smiles a bit as she reads.

[deserved_it]

Scrubb plops down next to her. "Hullo, Pole."

He brushes his hand through his hair again and flicks some melted snow at her, grinning mischeviously. "How're you?"

[thedisenchanter]

Jill flinches at the melted snow but smiles, setting the book down next to her,

"Not bad, Scrubb, and you?"

She cocks her head to the side.

"How are you adjusting to the bar?"

[deserved_it]

"Well enough, I think." He shrugs. "As well as I ever did to Narnia."