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Chel really wasn't sure how she had an amazing ability to stick her foot in her own mouth. She trailed after him and eventually got in front of him. "Hey at least take the present. Stalk off all y'want but don't deny free stuff."

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"Yes!" she said, now fully getting a glance at the owner. She felt a little bad for having beelined for the dog ... but it was so cute. "His name's Captain." She usually just gave that version because the long version was kind of embarassing.

"And yours?"

"Bought it fer you. I don't even play."

She wiggled the bag in front of his face. "I know where you live an' I'll slip it under yer door anyways." You couldn't really argue with that.

"Then give it to Jack. He plays, right?"

Shun moved the bag out of his face, then pushed on past her, hoping that she'd take the hint this time around.

Chubbs had been leaning every which way, probably to try and get her hand to whichever part of his head or his neck he wanted to get scratched. The pup even grumped a bit when she stood up, but quickly turned his attention to the bouncing corgi, his own butt-wagging a show of excitement to meet a new friend.

"You, too," Rhys said, a little surprised to find that she was so much shorter than him. With the way she'd been leaning down to pet Chubbs he couldn't really tell. Now that he'd gotten a better look at her, a corgi seemed oddly fitting. He didn't comment, of course, and let the thought pass before clearing his throat. "So, how 'bout some customary small talk? You been here long?"

Elizabeth-call-me-Asimov Ducret was supposed to be representing her artwork and handing out raffle tickets to people who signed up for her mailing list. What this meant in practice was apparently hitting on the hot couple at the kissing booth next door.

"If you can't take the heat, hot stuff, get out of the kitchen," she advised Thorne, not unkindly. Definitely snarky, though, full of every ounce of sass she could eke out of it. Which was quite a lot, really, since she'd grown up doing nothing but sass. She tossed her mohawk out of the way of her face and smiled winningly at Maeve. "Asimov Ducret," she said. "Haven't seen you around before."

Well, at least Shun was using his words like she'd taught him.

"Oh." Her shoulders sagged a little because she had been enjoying teasing him, but she'd taught him to tell her for a reason. "Alright. Deuces then." She gave him a wave and disappeared into the crowd, hunched over a little more than she had been before.

She saw a kissing booth in the distance and thought it was sort of lame (who actually needed to pay to get kissed? Yikes) but she did see Thorne behind the booth and that made her raise an eyebrow.

She approached with a lopsided grin, if not feeling a little bit guarded thanks to earlier. "The ******** you doin' behind here man?" She looked at other woman that was talking to him and said, "Sorry don't mean to interrupt or nothin'."





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Captain was equally excited to meet a new friend, though it was kind of hilarious to watch with the slight height difference.

She laughed at his joke and said, "No actually! I've only been here about a year or two. It's my first uh ... whatever this is!" Seeing as she had literally wandered into the event, she didn't know the first thing about it.

Huxtable Keighley, upon arrival, was immediately quite jovial about the aspect of checking out this strange small new town's art festival. Though somewhat hesitant about attending an event after the chaos at Rider-Waite. Hux had ultimately made the decision to show up when Margaery had returned home from a hospital visit, eager to visit the city's heart and attend one of its favorite events- First Friday.

They sent the kids to their father's parents for a visit- and, together, they now strolled through the city. Margaery, sporting her buzzcut in preparation for the hair loss that would transpire during her treatment. And Hux, with his long locks; pinned back in a thick, draping bun. They were practically twins, despite their gap in age. Tan, dark-haired, and handsome. The joy they shared at being somewhere together was obvious. It reminded Hux of his younger days, when there had been no one in the world more important than his sister. When there had only been him and her against the rest of the world.

Those days were long gone. They had parted when he'd left her with her children and her husband in Austin. Years passed. They were together again, joyous. For the time being. With the time that they had.

Huxtable tugged his sister towards the kissing booth as soon as his eyes made contact with the woman that had worn those heels at the job fair. He'd been quite eager to speak with her before, and then she had vanished. Now, here she was again. At a kissing booth, still surrounded by her wine and cheese.

He plucked one of the cheese samples from it's pretty placement, popping it into his mouth and chewing. He raised his eyes and hummed, looked at Margaery and gestured for her to try- which she did.

"Can I buy a bottle of wine?" She asked, as soon as she had delightfully sampled the fresh slices of cheese. "And a hunk of whatever cheese it was I just ate because that was ******** delicious."

"I'll buy a kiss." Hux said, grinning.