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* Michelle unlocks the door and announces, "Hall's Open!" * Michelle returns behind the bar. She's wearing an apron over a simple blue dress. * Aeryn steps in through the doors, pulling his cloak off and draping it over one arm. Then he glances cautiously back into the alley before heading towards the bar. "A good evening, lady Michelle..." <Michelle> Good evening Aeryn. What can I get you this evening? <Michelle> Or at least, try to get you. <Aeryn> ::grins a bit:: The house meade, if you can be so lucky? And... ::he glances back at the doors:: perhaps a saucer of milk? * Tarri enters, the ubiquitous basket over her arm. She has regained most of the weight lost during the invasion, but still looks somewhat on the thin side. She pauses in the doorway to blink curiously at all the changes to the Hall's interior, then walks cautiously across the peculiar new floor to sit gingerly on a stool. "Hello!" <Aeryn> ::a small, grey-furred head pokes curiously around the bottom edge of the Hall's doors:: * Aeryn gives Tarri a nod and smile. "Good evening, lady Tarri." * Lisl hesitates just outside the door of the Hall, tapping her foot and glaring at the little grey creature peering around the door frame. "In or out, little beggar." <Tarri> ::returns Aeryn's smile:: Good evening, lord Aeryn. <Michelle> ::A gaggle of mugs start waving their arms and jumping up and down, some pointing at themselves. Michelle smiles before picking one and turning to the taps.:: Now I'd appreciate it very much if one of you would be kind enough to give me the house meade. Do you think you can do that? ::Several taps jerk forward, apparently trying to crowd each other out.:: * Michelle fills the mug tentatively from the tap, examine the liquid when she's done, "Well it looks right. Give it a try." <Aeryn> ::takes the offered mug and has a cautious sip.:: <Aeryn> ::the cat takes one look at Lisl and does a good impression of a hare, streaking back off down the alley:: <Michelle> Good evening Tarri, Lisl. I apologize Tarri, but I can't guarantee that you'll get what you order. Do you want to make a request, or just take the luck of the draw? <Michelle> Can I get you anything Lisl? <Tarri> Mm... if I take the luck, can I trade it in if I don't like it? <Michelle> Absolutely. <Tarri> I'll do that, then. <Aeryn> ::smiles:: Now *that* you cannot find elsewhere in this fine city... ::glances back at the vanishing cat:: Ah, well... * Meghan pauses at the door to the hall just behind Lisl. She smirks as the cat runs off. * Lisl scowls down the alley, muttering under her breath. "Scaredy-cat." She carefully scrapes the mud from her boots before striding into the Hall. "Evening, all. Did any of the Sembian survive, Michelle?" <Michelle> ::the mugs start jumping again. Michelle studies them with mock seriousness for a few moments before selecting one in the back and turning to the taps:: Now be nice to Tarri or her feelings will be hurt. ::Some of the taps seem to hang ashamedly. Selecting a tap Michelle fills the mug with a sparkling red liquid. She raises an eyebrow at it, sniffs, and then shrugging her shoulders sets it on the bar in front of Tarri.:: Try that. * Tarri looks at the mug somewhat dubiously, sniffs gingerly, and takes a cautious sip. A wide smile spreads across her face and she takes another drink. "Oh, that's *good*!" * Aeryn takes a large swallow of his meade, glancing at Tarri curiously before turning to nod to the two arrivals. "Good evening, you two." * Michelle smiles, "You're in luck Lisl. We found one cask buried under what was left of the floor." A twinkling as if of crystal striking crystal can be heard from underneath the bar. Michelle reaches down and fills a snifter setting it on the bar for Lisl. The glass has a nose so large that it threatens to unbalance the glass. <Michelle> Good evening Meghan. How are you and Abagail this evening? * Meghan enters the Hall just behind Lisl. Abby is with her, clinging to her mother's skirt and staying as hidden as possible. She has two finger from her free hand in her mouth and a worn looking stuffed sheep is firmly snug under her arm. She peers around Meg as they enter the Hall. <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at the nosy glass, but shrugs and accepts it:: My thanks. <Meghan> ::smiles:: We are both fine, thank you Michelle. ::She moves towards the bar after hanging up hers and Abby's cloaks:: <Tarri> ::giggles at Lisl's glass:: What a sniff-ter! <Michelle> Would you like anything. I can't guarantee that I can get it, but I'll certainly try. <Meghan> Tea would be nice, and some milk if you have any. <Michelle> Those I can do. Does anyone want anything else while I'm in the kitchen? <Tarri> No, thank you. * Lisl gives Tarri a Look and shakes her head. "Aerdrie, that one was worthy of my uncle...." She raises her glass in a vague toast in the direction of the fireplace and takes a sip. "Ahhh, that's the stuff." * Aeryn gives a smile to the shy child hiding behind Meghan, one hand moving to one of his belt pouches absently. <Lisl> I'd take a bit of meat if you can scare some up back there, 'chelle. I've not eaten yet. * Michelle disappears into the kitchen, a small parade of flatware following her like ducklings. * Orlann walks in carrying a furry bundle cradled in one arm. "Good evenin'. I found this here fellow sniffin' around the door. Does he b'long to any of y'all?" <Aeryn> I am fine, thank you. ::he nods in Michelle's direction, then glances back at the door:: Well, she seemed to have been following me... <Tarri> ::looks up with a wide smile:: Hello, love! I was beginning to wonder where you were... Long day? * Meghan moves to sit in a chair near the bar and lifts Abby onto her lap. THe little girl plays quietly with her sheep. * Orlann eyes the cat for a moment, then hands it over to Aeryn. "I didn't ask 'er for introductions, like. No offense, I hope." * Lisl glances at the cat and wrinkles her nose a little, taking another swallow of brandy. <Aeryn> And a good evening to you, Orlann. ::he gives the sergeant a smile and nod:: No offense at all. I just met her myself... ::he raises his voice a little:: Michelle, might I be able to trouble you for a little milk, perhaps? <Michelle> ::A roar like that of a dragon emanates from the kitchen along with the clanging of pots and pans:: * Tarri lets out a little shriek and jumps off her stool, backing rapidly away from the kitchen door. * Orlann turns and gives Tarri a smile. "A bit of a long day, yeah. I swear, that woman thinks the whole world of paperwork... and she ain't real kind to bad writing, neither." <Meghan> ::Abby looks to the kitchen, her eyes widen:: <Orlann> ::raises one eyebrow at the kitchen:: I don't reckon I want to know about that, do I? <Aeryn> ::the cat hops into the ranger's lap and glances a little nervously at Lisl, then tries to bury itself in his arm at the loud noise from the kitchen. Aeryn's not unshaken either, blinking at the door:: {What in the name of the goddess...?} <Lisl> Evening, Sergeant, how-- ::breaks off and tenses at the sounds from the kitchen, slipping off her stool and into a fighter's crouch, the weight on the balls of her feet:: * Tarri ducks behind Orlann. <Lisl> ::raising her voice:: Michelle? All under control in there? * Michelle emerges from the kitchen carrying a tray with a steaming kettle, several cups, a saucer, and a pitcher. Her hair is a bit disheveled from when she entered the kitchen, and a few singe marks have appeared on her apron. "Quite alright Lisl. The stove just decided to be temperamental." <Orlann> ::lifts his other eyebrow:: Right bear of a temper, then, I'd reckon. <Aeryn> ::he blinks:: That was... the stove? ::he strokes the stormy-grey furball peeking out from under his other arm:: <Tarri> Are- ::it comes out as a squeak, and she swallows and tries again:: Are you quite sure it was safe to re-open? <Lisl> ::relaxing again and eyeing the state of Michelle's apron:: "Temperamental"? ::glances over at the roped-off table:: Right. * Michelle sets the tray down, pour tea into a pair of tea cups which appear to be wearing scarfs. She sets one of the cups in front of Meghan, then pours milk from the pitcher into another cup and the saucer. The pitcher for some reason is shaped like a chicken and the milk comes out of its mouth. The cup she pours the milk into seems to be a miniature version of the pitcher while the saucer appears perfectly ordinary. * Jaret strolls in, clad in hunter green jacket and breeches over a white ruffled shirt. He removes his plumed hat as he enters and smiles. "Good evening, everyone!" He is carrying a small crate under one arm. He strides to the counter and sets the crate down on a stool. "How is everyone today?" He cranes his neck around and gives Abby a big grin. * Michelle smiles at Tarri, "Of course it's safe. Well as safe as this place ever gets. Well as long as you don't antagonize table over there. I've proposed letting him be the bouncer." * Aeryn makes a mental note *not* to go anywhere near the kitchen anymore. He smiles his thanks at Michelle. "Hopefully that should settle this nervous little furball down..." At mention of the roped-off table, he glances over at it curiously. <Orlann> ::puts one arm protectively around Tarri and his voice almost drips with sarcasm:: Safe as houses all right. <Lisl> ::takes her seat again, looking over her shoulder as Jaret enters:: Evening, Jaret, and well enough here. ::eyeing the crate with interest:: <Meghan> Thank you Michelle. ::She sips the tea. Abby goes back to playing with her sheep after giving Jaret a shy smile:: <Lisl> Sergeant, what "she" were you talking about, before the stove roared? <Michelle> Good evening Jaret, can I get you anything? I was about to get Lisl something to eat from the kitchen. * Tarri smiles a little tentatively as she returns to her barstool. "You were saying something about paperwork?" <Orlann> ::nods:: The new Lieutenant... she's right fascinated with reports and all. <Lisl> You've a new Lieutenant? ::raising her eyebrows:: Who? She local? * Aeryn sets the saucer on the floor, unsure what the bartop might try and do to a cat attempting to leap up on it. The cat uncurls and hops down to take a drink. He turns to regard Orlann curiously now. * Meghan negotiates with Abby to try and get the little girl to drink the milk. Abby will have nothing to do with the chicken shaped cup tho. * Jaret opens his crate and pulls out some dark green bottles of wine, wrapped in large flat leaves. "Nacheyla said that the local cache of Arabellan Red was lost in the incident, so I'm assisting in the restocking efforts. And, for the evening, I'll be happy to start on any one of these bottles. All I need is a glass and a corkscrew." <Orlann> ::nods:: S'far as I can tell, yeah. She was all heroic an' all durin' the war. Field promotions... but she deserves it. ::he grins, his blue eyes alight:: <Meghan> ::Sighs and sips her tea:: How have you been, Jaret? <Tarri> But she's a fiend for paperwork? What's she do for the ones who don't read and write? <Aeryn> Oh? ::he regards the man curiously:: Where did she serve during the war? <Lisl> ::grins as she glances over at Jaret, muttering something under her breath about "sloshing" before turning her attention back to Orlann:: Hm. This paragon have a name? <Aeryn> ::the cat meantime makes inroads on the milk, casting the occasional nervous glance in Lisl's direction.:: <Orlann> Ever' man that don't have his letters down's gettin' schoolin'. Leastwise under her command. She's right set on it. ::to Lisl:: Lieutenant Vander, Miss Lisl. And ain't it fine to see you again. Where've you gotten yourself off to, since summer? ::to Aeryn:: I b'lieve she was servin' direct under the king in the battle against the dragon. <Aeryn> ::he blinks, impressed:: Small wonder then that she got promoted... <Jaret> I've been my usual self, Meghan, and I think I've been living up to my standards. I don't think anyone's been too disappointed with me, at least. Just recently back in Marsember after another lengthy road journey. How have you been? <Meghan> ::She nods:: As well as I can be I guess. Just now getting the orphanage back to running order. It's been hard but I think it'll be better than it was before. * Lisl loftily ignores the cat. "Well, good for her, then. Me? Oh, I was chasing a wild goose out west." She glances at Jaret. "Family matters." * Aeryn frowns down at the still-nervous feline, then looks at Lisl. "Cats don't like you much, lady Lisl?" he inquires mildly. * Michelle gets a corkscrew and a glass for Jaret. The glass immediately starts pirouetting across the bar. <Lisl> ::giving Aeryn a neutral glance:: Feeling's mutual, Master Aeryn. <Tarri> ::takes another sip of her peculiar pink drink, then turns to Orlann.:: Your next day off, I want you to help me go shopping. <Orlann> ::looks down at Tarri:: Your pack-mule, darling, or was there somethin' specific I'm s'posed to buy? <Aeryn> ::smiles slightly:: I see... ::he doesn't, of course. He glances at Meghan then:: I do not believe we have been formally introduced... or else it has been quite some time since we were. Lady...? <Meghan> ::Abby begins to fuss and Meg puts her on the floor. She begins to wander around:: <Jaret> Fabulous news! ::he takes his bottle and corkscrew and wanders after his dancing goblet, corralling it shortly before it gets to Meghan. Once there, he lowers his voice a notch:: And your health, and that of sweet Abagail? <Tarri> ::shakes her head:: I'm going to go looking for a place to open my clinic. Master Bran says I'm just about ready. <Aeryn> ::the cat, most of the milk finished, glances at Abby curiously:: <Michelle> I'll be back shortly. ::Disappears into the kitchen again:: <Meghan> Meghan ::She smiles to Aeryn and then glances to Jaret:: It's well enough ::said softly:: And Abby is fine, other than still not talking. <Lisl> ::smiling and lifting her glass:: That's great news, Tarri, congratulations! <Orlann> ::bites his lip:: That's a right big purchase, darling. Or will you be lookin' to rent a place? <Aeryn> ::he smiles in return:: Aeryn is all I usually go by, myself. And this little one is yours? ::he glances at Abby:: <Meghan> ::She nods:: Abagail ::She watches as the little girl wanders a bit away:: <Meghan> It's nice to meet you, Aeryn. <Tarri> ::smiles shyly at Lisl:: Thank you. I've still got so much to learn, but... So much of it will have to be learning by *doing*. He said I should think about setting up shop on my own so I couldn't just pass all the hard things on to him... ::to Orlann:: I don't know... I need to talk to the moneylender who's got my note, and then find out how much places are, either way. * Jaret makes himself at home in the middle of Aeryn and Meghan's conversation as he unscrews the cork from the bottle. "Miss Lore runs one of the orphanages in Marsember. She's a remarkably resourceful woman." * Meghan smiles at Jaret. She glances to Abby. "Abagail, stay over here." Abby glances at Meg over her shoulder as she wanders towards the fireplace. <Aeryn> ::he smiles:: A beautiful child... ::the cat, curious, wanders after the little girl:: You run an orphanage? So certainly she has many playmates, then... <Orlann> ::nods:: I'll be right happy to help, darling, but I ain't likely t'know much about it, cepting that one street might have less crime than another. * Meghan nods. * Michelle returns from the kitchen with a plate, "Umm... Lisl, I've got very well done venison, or I could try to fix something with the fish I brought in today." <Tarri> Well, and lots of the folks who are selling or renting are more likely to cheat a woman alone. ::she grins at Orlann:: I figure you'll keep them honest. * Jaret excuses himself and makes after Abby, a goblet in one hand. "Little princess... " <Michelle> ::the contents of Michelle's plate appear to be a meat based charcoal product. <Michelle> :: <Meghan> ::Abby looks up at Jaret with wide eyes:: <Lisl> ::looking faintly horrified and swallowing hard:: No, that's... alright. ::weakly:: Any cheese, perhaps? * Jaret holds out his right hand and makes the cork dance across the backs of his knuckles for Abby. "Good evening, little princess. Don't tell me you've forgotten me already. I thought you'd be well into your teens before you started breaking hearts." <Meghan> ::Abby's lips turn up in a slight smile as she watches the cork. Her eyes go back to Jaret's face and then she looks to her sheep. She glances between Jaret and the stuffie a moment before offering it to him:: * Orlann poses, glowering menacingly at an invisible merchant. "Like this?" <Michelle> Cheese I can manage. ::sets the plate down in front of Lisl and disappears back into the kitchen.:: * Aeryn watches the two with a smile, sipping from his meade. The cat sits down and does likewise, wrapping her tail neatly around her legs. * Meghan sips her tea and watches Jaret and Abby with a faint smile. * Lisl eyes the plate with distress, edging it away from her with tentative prods of her finger. * Jaret crouches down low on the floor, and takes the sheep from Abby and pets it with a finger. "Little sheep." He makes the sheep do a little side-to-side dance, and then darts it in to 'kiss' Abby on the cheek. "Look out! It's a kissing sheep!" <Tarri> ::giggles:: Maybe not *quite* that menacing... * Orlann grins broadly. "I'll try and be right discreet an' all." <Tarri> ::laughs and hugs Orlann:: I'm sure you will. * Michelle returns with a block of cheese on a plate with a knife. Noticing the shifted plate in front of Lisl she picks it up and carries it back into the kitchen. <Meghan> ::Abby smiles more and sticks two finger back in her mouth. She looks from the stuffie to Jaret and back again:: <Lisl> Thanks, Chelle. ::cutting a hunk of cheese for herself and munching on it, taking another sip from her nosy snifter:: * Orlann steps to one side. "Mind if I steal some of your cheese, Miss Lisl?" * Meghan glances to Aeryn. "So what do you do here in Marsember, Aeryn?" <Tarri> ::half to herself:: Of course, there's supplies to consider, too... ::she makes a face and begins sketching numbers on the bartop with her finger:: <Lisl> ::grins:: Steal away. I certainly don't want it back when you're done with it. * Michelle returns from the kitchen, "Can I get anyone else anything?" * Jaret bounces the sheep along the floor, onto Abby's foot, up her leg and side, and onto her shoulder. "Oh... a mountain kissing sheep. Very rare. Able to climb 'most any terrain, the mountain kissing sheep. They do have a penchant for burrowing into ears, though." As he speaks, he nudges the sheep's nose into Abby's ear and tickles her with it. <Meghan> ::Abby grins and takes a few steps away from the sheep:: * Aeryn empties his mug and, after considering another, whimsically thanks the mug and then sends it on its way. He smiles at Meghan. "Before the... upset... here at the Meade Hall I had just recently joined the scout group of the Purple Dragons." He smiles a little wryly. "Now one of my spare daggers even matches my off-duty uniform." <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at another of Aeryn's understatements and shakes her head, taking another bite of cheese.:: * Meghan nods. "And are you liking it?" <Jaret> Ahhhhhhhhh! ::the sheep plummets to the floor as Abby steps away. After a few moments, it stands back up and shakes itself off:: Fortunately, the mountain kissing sheep is able to fall very far and get back up again. ::Jaret sets his glass down on a table -- not the cordoned off one -- and holds his hand out to Abby.:: Come over here, please? * Orlann helps himself to a few slabs of cheese, leaning one hip against the bar. <Aeryn> ::he nods:: Their reputation is well-deserved, and it is most challenging. In addition, it keeps me here in the city more than my previous occupation did, so... ::he shrugs and glances sideways at the two, as well as the cat still curiously watching them:: <Meghan> ::Abby just looks up at Jaret, unmoving:: <Aeryn> ::the stormy-furred cat, finally deciding, moves over to rub itself against Abby's leg in that "stroke me!" manner cats do so well:: <Lisl> ::grinning at Orlann as she finishes her hunk and hacks off another:: So, still have time to chase miscreants in between paperwork? For that matter... how's the city been pulling through the winter? I was gone longer than I'd expected. * Jaret lowers his hand and watches Abby and the cat. * Michelle sips her tea, watching Jaret and Abby. <Orlann> ::shrugs:: It ain't quite s'bad as it could be, but it ain't great, neither. Been an awful lot of necessity crimes. Stealin' and poachin' and the like. People're hungry. <Meghan> ::Abby blinks and moves quickly away from the cat. After a moment she runs over to Meg:: <Lisl> Poaching, hmmm? ::narrowing her eyes thoughtfully as she swirls the brandy left in her snifter:: Have to see what I can do about that.... <Aeryn> <cat> ::the cat watches the girl run off and then looks up at Jaret:: {What did I do?} * Meghan runs a hand through Abby's curly hair. "It's ok sweetling. It's only a kitty." <Tarri> ::makes another face at her imaginary figures:: Well... Maybe if I move... * Jaret checks to make sure everyone's watching Abby, and not him. {She had bad things happen to her, in the summer. She's still scared.} <Meghan> ::Abby peeks over her shoulder at Jaret and the cat:: <Orlann> ::makes a face at Tarri:: Darling, there ain't room t' change your *mind* in your flat. Specially not with the both of us there. I c'n help you, you know. I do have a job now, y'know. ::he grins at her:: * Michelle sets her tea down, "Do you want to come over here Abagail?" * Aeryn watches Abby, face a touch sad at how scared she got from a simple cat. <Meghan> ::Abby swings her gaze to Michelle. She doesn't move from Meg tho:: * Meghan sighs and continues to stroke Abby's hair. "It's ok, you remember 'chelle don't you?" * Jaret stands, retrieves his goblet from the nearby table, and goes back to Meghan & Abby. He offers Abby her sheep back. If she doesn't take it, he hands it to Meghan. <Aeryn> <Cat> ::cocks head at Jaret:: {Oh... she does not want someone to curl up with her and purr, then?} ::glances over at Abby, still in Meghan's arms:: <Tarri> ::looks at Orlann, startled, as if the idea had never occurred to her, then smiles:: Well, I wouldn't want to presume... You've got your own expenses. And food's been so expensive since it all... <Orlann> ::raises one eyebrow:: I b'lieve I can take care of the rent, darling, while y'get your shop up'n running. <Lisl> ::clearing her throat:: Some of that, I might be able to do something about. Well... I can try, at least. ::still looking thoughtful, and taking a swallow of brandy:: * Meghan stands, lifting Abby into her arms. She drops a few coins onto the bartop and smiles weakly at Michelle. "Maybe next time." She walks over to Jaret to get the stuffie. "I'm sorry Jaret. She's not much like she used to be." <Lisl> ::stroking the ridge of her nose with a forefinger:: Maybe I'll have a talk with Zoya... ::brightening:: Or Mother... hm. * Jaret gives Meghan a gentle, lingering hug. "It's all right. In time." * Michelle sweeps the coins into the strong box, "I'll swing by later and see if she wants to hear a few songs." * Meghan nods to Michelle. "That would be nice, 'chelle." <Tarri> ::smiles and puts an arm around Orlann:: If you say so. Thank you. <Meghan> ::nods to Jaret:: One hopes so. * Orlann kisses the top of Tarri's head. "Ain't even a trifle, darling." <Tarri> ::she gives Meghan a faint smile, then winks at Abby once before turning away again to pick up her mug:: * Aeryn nods to Meghan. "Be well..." * Orlann waves to Meghan and her little girl as they leave. <Tarri> The rent isn't even a trifle? How much are they paying you, anyway? ::she grins, teasing:: * Meghan smiles at Aeryn. "Nice to meet you Aeryn." She goes and puts on her cloak, and Abby's. "Good night everyone." <Lisl> ::nods:: Evening, Meghan. ::waves at Abby:: <Jaret> Good night, ladies. <Michelle> Goodnight Meghan, Abagail. <Aeryn> ::the cat watches the youngling get up to leave and heads back to the ranger's lap:: * Meghan heads out. <Lisl> Hm... not many of the temples survived the invasion, did they? Orlann, do you know if they've been doing any rebuilding in that department? Has the city set up anything like a kitchen for the hungry? * Aeryn watches the two leave and then glances at Jaret inquiringly. "Not that it is any of my business... but surely she was not that quiet before...?" * Jaret stands and settles onto a vacant stool at the bar. "No. Abagail hasn't spoken since the orc invasion of Marsember." <Orlann> ::to Lisl:: Most of th' rebuilding's gotta wait fer spring an' summer. Some o' the warehouses been turned into shelters for them what lost their homes. And some help's goin' on for feedin' people. But it ain't much, and th' price of bread and meat's pretty dear. * Aeryn shakes his head a little sadly. "And still we feel their effect..." <Tarri> ::to Aeryn, just a little sharply:: It hasn't even been a full year, yet. What did you expect - that the city would dust itself off and go about its business and forget in a few short months? * Orlann puts one hand on Tarri's arm, comfortingly. <Lisl> Right. ::glances at Aeryn and snorts a little:: Well, I'm no baker, but looks like I've got a little work to do to make up for frittering away half the winter. This town needs feeding-up a little. <Aeryn> ::he blinks, then offers Tarri a short bow:: My apologies. You are correct indeed. I misspoke... <Tarri> ::blushes and leans back against Orlann:: I'm sorry, that was rude... <Lisl> ::grinning:: Aye, but he apologized. * Aeryn fishes a few coins out of his pouch, placing them on the bartop. "Aye, for I was wrong." He nods to Lisl and again to Tarri, collecting his cloak. <Jaret> Good evening, Aeryn. Safe walk home. * Tarri looks even more embarrassed, and hides in her mug of pink fizzy... stuff. <Lisl> Sorry, lad, I was just joking. But she's right, the city's not a living being, for all she has her own personality. She needs help to heal herself. <Aeryn> ::the cat leaps down from his lap and strolls over to the door as if she owns the place:: <Michelle> Goodnight Aeryn. * Michelle sweeps the coins into the strongbox. * Orlann picks a few coins out of his pocket to pay for Tarri's drink and the bit of cheese. * Lisl watches the cat leave and snorts. <Aeryn> ::he nods, a wry smile on his face:: Aye... and a good night to you all. ::donning the cloak, he follows the cat out:: <Lisl> ::glances out the window, frowning a little at the gathering clouds:: It is getting late... I should see if Zoya's still up... or rather, if she can be rousted from the lab at this hour. * Orlann offers Tarri his arm. "Shall we, darling?" <Lisl> ::tilting her glass back and finishing her brandy before setting the snifter back down and gently tweaking its nose:: <Tarri> ::takes Orlann's arm and picks up her basket:: I suppose so. Good night, everyone! ::she leaves with him:: <Michelle> ::Lisl's glass totters towards the kitchen, its nose held high in the air in an attempt to keep its balance.:: <Lisl> 'Night, you two. ::smiles and digs in her pouch for coin:: There you go, Michelle, 'night. Jaret, a pleasure as always. Sleep sweet, all. * Michelle sweeps Lisl's coins into the strongbox, "Goodnight Lisl. Sleep well." * Jaret finishes off a healthy swallow or three of his wine. "And you as well, Lisl. Safe walk home... or not, if that's how your preferences lie." * Lisl grins, waves and strolls out, turning up the alley in the direction of the Tower. * Jaret finishes off the rest of the wine. "Not the evening I expected, Michelle. Rarely is, then, I suppose." * Michelle smiles sadly, "True enough. Poor Abagail..." * Jaret sets the glass and cork down, fishes some silver coins out of a pocket and puts them on the bar. "Until later, I suppose. Good night, Michelle. Sweet evening to you." * Michelle nods, "To you as well Jaret. And thank you VERY much for the wine. It's going to be a while before we're fully restocked and this is a big help." <Jaret> My pleasure, Michelle. And, I confess, it eases my mind to know that which fills my goblet is in fact Arabellan Red, and not some stealthy imposter. ::he puts his hat back on his head, waves farewell, and heads out into the night:: * Michelle bustles the rest of the dishes into the kitchen, then begins unpacking Jaret's crate and carefully putting the wine away. <Michelle> ::fade to black:: |
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