[Waver's perched atop the Barrel's counter when Bellamy arrives, like some weird giant bird that's stooped over a book. Which he is, happily devouring a new mystery novel. Around him, the rest of the Barrel is clearly closed up. Chairs are turned upsidedown, resting on top of the tables, the floor's clean and without any mud or sand or stones tracked in from outside, and just outside the windows, it's clear the gate that leads into the Barrel is closed.
He looks up from the book, shuts it, and hops off the counter.]
And arriving safe and sound I see. [Waver beams.] C'mon downstairs. I was going to have lunch when you got here.
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He looks up from the book, shuts it, and hops off the counter.]
And arriving safe and sound I see. [Waver beams.] C'mon downstairs. I was going to have lunch when you got here.