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[Alfie greets and makes nice with newcomers when he comes across them, but he doesn't go out of his way to seek them out. He's not interested in being part of any de facto welcome wagon, especially not now that more and more people are filtering their way in, either to use the Meadous as a waypoint or to settle down and stay; that can be a job for people like Meulin and Harley. He does, however, notice new houses as he passes them by, and today there's one on his regular walking route. He takes note of the name on the mailbox - Beauregard, good lord - and is all set to continue ambling onwards when a flash of movement catches his eye. Is that--

-- yes. That absolutely is his cat, leaping up onto the windowsill and slipping in through the open window.

With a sigh, he turns and heads towards the door instead, giving it a firm knock.]

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Don't try to tamp it down and ignore it.

[Is the best advice he has.]

Face it head-on. Acknowledge it. Allow it to see that you are not interested in giving it power over you.

[ her expression twitches. ]

No, I thought I'd just bottle it all up until some random stranger told me to face my fears. Gee, thanks, old man. So wise.

[ you'd think she'd learn not to be belligerent but, you know. ]

[He snorts, waving off her words.]

You'd be surprised at how many people would do exactly that, little girl.

[ LITTLE GIRL. she bristles. ]

Don't be patronizing to me in my own fucking house.

Oh? And did you not start it?

[ well, yes, but listen. ]

You're the one who gave me unsolicited advice -- [ she starts, heated, and then - her lips purse, and she holds up a hand and shifts on the couch, feet on the floor. ]

No, fuck, hold on. Stop. [ this is now how she wants this to go. she's supposed to be learning. ]

[He raises an eyebrow, but says nothing. Yes?]

... Don't call me little girl and I won't call you old man.

[ that's the best she can offer. ]

I don't much care if you call me old man, actually.

[Thanks for the insight into your insecurities, though. He likes knowing about them even if he never plans to use them against someone.]

Are you used to being discounted for being young, or for being a woman?

[ oooh, she's gonna beat him up. ]

Both. And for not being enough of one. [ a woman, she means. that's a whole... thing. she doesn't seem to mind telling him, at least. ] Any other burning questions about what you can file away to use on me later?

[ she says, like she doesn't do the same thing. ]

The fuck interest would I have in using anything against you? You are a stranger to me.

Who the fuck knows? You're just full of questions. Never know when something is going to come in handy.

I doubt it's just me you'd file information away on, I'm not special. You just seem like the kind of guy that watches closely.

Well. Lucky for you and all the rest, I am a benevolent sort.

[Sometimes. Occasionally.]

Uh huh. [ she flexes her hands, shaking them out, meeting his gaze. ] Me too.

[ mostly. ]

Are you also sensitive about being named Beauregard?

[He's still a little stuck on this.]

Are you sensitive about being named Alfie? [ wow!! also that's a level five friendship story, he's gotta wait to get that. ] No. It's my fucking name.

I go by Beau, anyway.

Why would I be sensitive about being named Alfie?

Why would I be sensitive about being named Beauregard? [ it's just a name, that's her point!! ]

Mmmm. Cultural differences, I suppose.

What, is it a weird name where you come from? [ a pause. ] I mean, it's not common where I'm from either but.

It's a man's name. I've never met a woman named Beauregard.

[SORRY BEAU YOU ASKED FOR THIS ANSWER]

[ SHE WRINKLES HER NOSE god. ]

It's a dude's name where I come from too. But it's also my name and I'm a woman, so.

Well, fair enough, then, eh?

[He does sound like he means that, at least. You go, girl; own your name.]

[ huff! so there. she adjusts her beanie, pushing it back just a little. ]

... I've never heard an accent like yours before. [ she says, after a moment. ]

Have you heard of England? London?