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[devoutish]

[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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[devoutish]

Beau.

[He levels her with a serious look.]

I am going to say something, right, and I do not want you to argue with me: you deserved better than that.

[disreguarded]

[ telling her not to argue makes her want to do it more, but she keeps her mouth closed. there's a pause. ]

Sometimes I think I did too. [ she admits, staring down at the bottle. ]

[devoutish]

Well, there you have it. That's your self-worth talking.

[disreguarded]

It's there. [ she says wryly. ] It just takes some time to find it.