The World War I Flying Ace // le Bar

[mm_emlurker]

The door opens, but at first glance nobody's there; just a rather dismal vista, gray clouds over gray mud, and a small WWI-era airfield in the background

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[waysthingsare]

Two-foot-tall dog, meet almost-three-foot-tall boy.

Barty was enjoying a glass of root beer...now he's directing a sort of gleeful grin in the dog's direction.

There are two reasons: one, he is a dog with a mug of root beer. Two, Barty does, in fact, read a Peanuts cartoon strip every Sunday.

[mm_emlurker]

The Ace smiles back and raises his mug, in a clear indication of approval at the boy's choice of beverage.

[waysthingsare]

Barty raises his glass in return (with both hands). "Nothing better than a mug of root beer at the end of the day, right?"

[mm_emlurker]

Snoopy nods. Especially if that day has included yet another failed attempt to shoot Richthofen out of the sky, and has been rounded out by a twittering tirade from the mechanics who keep your doghouse Sopwith Camel flying.

A growl: Curse this stupid war!

[littlemajesty]

There a threeish-foot tall girl nearby holding a funny doll. Who has never seen a dog order a root beer before. Truth be told, she's never had a soda before, so she hasn't really seen anyone order one before.

She follows suit to climb up a stool, also with a minimum loss of dignity.

And then, to break the ice, "I like your neat goggles."

[mm_emlurker]

The dog thanks the girl, and indicates that he likes her hat. All without actually talking, somehow.

[littlemajesty]

He's actually a lot easier to understand than some other creatures she's communicated with here or at home.

"Well, thank you. It was a gift from my Papa."

But then, most everything is a gift from her Papa. She pats her hat happily, making sure it's straight.

She orders a glass of strawberry milk for herself.

"I'm Cissa. Pleased ta meet you."

[mm_emlurker]

Major Snoopy of the Royal Naval Air Service, likewise.

He clinks her glass with his mug and takes a long drink of root beer. Just what he needed after a long day's flight.

[nam_flyer]

The arrival of the pilot beagle does not go unnoticed by another pilot, who's sitting at the bar sipping on a large coke.

"Where you just get in from?"

(is it too late for threads? cuz omg, this is too good to pass up! *g*)