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[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

It's been a fairly pleasant evening in the bar with her book, and Mary is trotting back to the greenhouse in the dark, the remnants of a milkshake moustache on her upper lip and her complete Shakespeare tucked under her arm.

She's hurrying, a little - it's cold - but only a little; the stars are reflecting off the lake, and it really is all awfully pretty.

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[wolflord_andain]

"I would, I believe, appreciate even the bad one."

One corner of his mouth curves in a smile.

He does like this child, if only for her usefulness as a font of information.

"Though if you might have the time to show me the others, even if you take them back with you again, I would appreciate that, as well."

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"If I see you when I have them, I shall," Mary says, with a decisive nod, and looks down at the book in her arms.

"This is not about Arthur - it is only Shakespeare. It is very useful but not the same."

[wolflord_andain]

Galadan nods, glancing down at the book, as well.

"No, but his stories are entertaining, all the same. Perhaps you will share those with me sometime, as well."

He bows, then, stepping out of Mary's path.

"I should not keep you out in the snow much longer, Mary. But I do thank you for the offer of the books. I'll look forward to our next meeting."

Oh, he will. Very much so.

[mistressmaryquitecontrary]

"It is no trouble," Mary says - quite amiably, for Mary - and heads on towards the greenhouse, thinking that Galadan is quite nice overall, even if he doesn't know how to get out of the way when people are walking.

But he listens, which is important. Lots of people don't.