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[oneman_onevote]

Thunk.

Thud.

An apple, knife embedded neatly through the middle, hits the carpet with a dull thump. Havelock looks vaguely affronted, and moves it discreetly into the correct target, a small wooden bowl.

How embarrassing.

Thunk.

Hmm. Better.

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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck appears somewhat troubled by this possibility.

(Also, he takes a tentative lick of the nail polish, and determines that it's not exactly on his Top Ten list of favorite foods ever.)

"In which case," he decides, "I suppose it might be best to ensure that it has not met such a fate."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock smiles slightly at the tasting, and blows gently on his newly painted nails.

"Shall we investigate, then?"

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"I think so," Puck says brightly.

And gives Havelock a gentle smack on the wrist.

"Do try not to smudge it."

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock raises an eyebrow.

The eyebrow is wounded.

"I shall take utmost care."

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck beams, satisfied.

And, as luck would have it, the stairs do appear to lead to ... the downstairs, as opposed to an empty crater or dark void of nothingness.

Puck is pleased.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock follows Puck down the conveniently non-voidlike stairs.

He appears to have forgotten his shoes, but doesn't really mind.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck bounces into the bar, looking over his shoulder at Havelock.

"I'm rather in a mood for figgy pudding."

[oneman_onevote]

"How very seasonal," Havelock remarks agreeably.

He's never actually tried it. But at Hogswatch it is very popular, apparently.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck beams.

"I wonder if they serve it on fire ..."

And he's off, wandering towards the Bar.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock is privately sure that can be arranged.

And as he follows, at his own unobtrusive pace, it seems that he is correct. Apparently it's all in the amount of brandy you use before applying flame.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck is happy!

He has lunch!

It is ON FIRE.

"Care for a taste?" he says magnanimously, waving the blazing confection under Havelock's nose (though not close enough to melt off anything crucial).

[oneman_onevote]

"...I shall try a little?" says Havelock, looking rather as if about to test a new substance for possibly poisons.

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

"Oh, excellent," Puck says, smiling brilliantly.

And holds out the pudding.

Expectantly.

It is still on fire.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock bites his lip briefly, then delicately blows out the flame on a small piece before snagging it delicately between his teeth.

...

Swallow.

"...Interesting."