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There are, Puck will admit, advantages to returning home.
One of them is the change of scenery, which is refreshing. He likes the cities nowadays, big and bustling and with their own secret crevices and pockets to be discovered-- almost like slipping sideways, out of the proper world and into another, grimier one. For the most part he moves seamlessly through the city worlds and their more seedy layers below, but of course no one can be perfect all the time. More than once he's taken for a vagrant, sometimes for a thief or pickpocket, and, in one memorable instance, for a whore-- which he blames on the company he had been keeping at the time, though he does wonder with some distaste if old habits really do die hard.
Another of the benefits to being home (really the main one, he finds) is one's unfettered access to certain items that, try as one may, one cannot obtain at Milliways. The examples are many, or must be, but in particular Puck finds himself grateful for the availability of a little western flower, before milk-white and now purple with love's wound, that Oberon once spotted from a promontory.
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, as it happens, will make a man or woman madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees.
Therefore, when Puck returns to Milliways, his pockets are stuffed with love-in-idleness.
One of them is the change of scenery, which is refreshing. He likes the cities nowadays, big and bustling and with their own secret crevices and pockets to be discovered-- almost like slipping sideways, out of the proper world and into another, grimier one. For the most part he moves seamlessly through the city worlds and their more seedy layers below, but of course no one can be perfect all the time. More than once he's taken for a vagrant, sometimes for a thief or pickpocket, and, in one memorable instance, for a whore-- which he blames on the company he had been keeping at the time, though he does wonder with some distaste if old habits really do die hard.
Another of the benefits to being home (really the main one, he finds) is one's unfettered access to certain items that, try as one may, one cannot obtain at Milliways. The examples are many, or must be, but in particular Puck finds himself grateful for the availability of a little western flower, before milk-white and now purple with love's wound, that Oberon once spotted from a promontory.
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, as it happens, will make a man or woman madly dote upon the next live creature that it sees.
Therefore, when Puck returns to Milliways, his pockets are stuffed with love-in-idleness.