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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]

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.