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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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Find a way to alert yourself an hour or so before that time.

[Alfie suggests, rubbing at his beard thoughtfully.]

Then tie yourself up in something - dinner, visiting, watching a film. Set it up so you won't even notice when eleven hits.

Yeah. Probably a movie. Nobody is up at ten or eleven here, you're all old.

I was up at eleven last night, I'll have you know.

[He went to bed at eleven fifteen.]

Doing what, putting on your pajamas? [ hehehe ]

[RUDE???]

Out for a walk, I'll have you know. After we finished watching a film.

I refuse to believe you were up much longer than that, old man.

[ she's tipsy and has no filter. ]

Fucking ridiculous. I'm not eighty.

[ she settles into the couch with a muffled uh huh, grandpa, eyes closed. ]

Lady, scratch her face.

[It is, obviously, not a command that Lady knows or would respond to, but.]

[ lady meows in disinterest. beau giggles into the couch arm. ]

After I saved your ass and everything. Ungrateful.

Yeah, well, that's what the wine is for, innit. I am no longer in your debt.

Hmmm. [ yawn. ] Guess so. Even if it's not even your wine.

It's Royce's wine, it's my wine. We share nearly everything.

You really do. [ she peeks up at him. ] M'jealous.

Mm? Have you not had anyone like that in your life?

[ there's a long pause, then: ]

The Nein, sort of. A-Sang, more. [ sniff. ]

And right now, they are... where, off home?

The Nein should be. I hope A-Sang is.

[ she pauses. ] I hope he didn't end up somewhere else. Like me. He's, uh -- [ sniff. ] He's the one that died in front of me. The one that got stabbed.

If either of them did end up in a place like this, you may get a chance to see them again. To part on your own terms, rather than somebody else's.

Yeah. [ she rubs at her neck. ]

I'd still rather A-Sang have gone home. He doesn't deserve to be jerked around again.

Well, that's entirely selfless of you, innit.

[He sounds... maybe not skeptical, because he does believe her. But he also has a hard time believing it's as cut and dry as all that.]

[ she gives him a huffy look. ]

I can still visit him. I have this. [ she shows him the scrunchie that's around her wrist. she never takes it off. ] I'm gonna go live in his world. Eventually.

I don't - I don't want him to have had to deal with another fucking place, nice or not. That's all.

Selfless.

[He repeats, shaking his head.]

But don't worry, I don't mean it as an insult. He's lucky to have you.

[ she wrinkles her nose at that, looking vaguely annoyed. a pause. ]

I'm lucky to have him. [ she says, almost a correction. she sinks down into her seat. ]

You're lucky to have each other, then. And is that not the best situation of all?