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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>A knock comes from the Surrogate doors, before one of the sides of the double doors creaks open, Max's head peeking in to look about. "Hey? Are you around, Sel?", he asks as eyes scan the lounge.<br> <br>T'Chen waits patiently behind Maxwell, keeping herself hidden from view for the time being; she's not quite ready to impose herself upon the situation just yet.<br> <br>The sound of clinking glasses and running water could be heard on Max's left, the desired collie looking over her shoulder and widening her eyes. "Oh, hello Maxwell! It's been a while, come in." she says happily, her tail blatantly starting to wag. That's the trouble of having one of those things. Your excitement is always displayed to all who see you. She is dressed in an apron, washing mugs and dishes in the sink.<br> <br>As Selyra calls over to him, Maxwell offers the collie a warm smile, the door opening properly as he steps in, revealing a picnic basket slung under an arm by the handle. "Indeed it has been, great to see you again Sel.", Max speaks, holding the door wide open for another behind him.<br> <br>T'Chen follows behind Maxwell, offering a warm smile of greeting. "Hi there, Sel!" she calls out, lifting a hand in greeting to wave at the collie girl. "It's nice to see you again. How've you been?" Her tail twitches merrily as she spots her friend for the first time in far too long.<br> <br>The collie's eyes widen further as she witnesses T'Chen step into the lounge, almost dropping the mug she was cleaning. "O-oh, hello there, T'Chen! Long time no see, hun? I've been great, how about you?" she asks happily, her tail noticeably speeding up in motion. Better watch out, it's likely to be stronger than most domestic dogs in the past, as it's scaled for human size. She quickly finishes washing the mug, using a dry rag to rid it of moisture before getting it put in its place in the cabinet. "Welcome, you two. I'm glad you decided to stop by!" she says, walking back around the bar counter with a wide smile.<br> <br>Maxwell can't help a chuckle as he steps into the lounge, placing the basket down on the table. "Well, we thought it might be a good idea to have a gathering, is all.", he explains, features in a wide smile. "After all, like you said, it really has been a while."<br> <br>T'Chen draws in a deep breath, the sound of someone doing a bit of necessary pride-swallowing. This isn't exactly easy for her, but she knows that it needs to be done. "There's also something else I want to talk to you about." she notes. "Something a little more business-y, though I'd definitely like that gathering."<br> <br>Selyra nods eagerly, liking the sound of it as well. "You two are always welcome, and a gathering is certainly enjoyed." she agrees, turning her attention towards T'Chen and tilting her head. "Oh? Well you can bring it up in a minute, for now though, feel free to take a seat." she offers kindly, eying the basket the racoon brought in. "What might that be, Max? I hope you brought something delicious." she chuckles, reaching behind herself to undo her apron.<br> <br>Maxwell looks over toward T'Chen, a tad confused for a moment, although the male soon shrugs it off. When she told Sel, he'd hear of it too, no doubt. With that, the attention turned to Sel's gaze, and then to the basket. "Ah, well it's unfortunately not a lot...", he responds, scratching the back of his head a bit. "But I'm sure it'll make do, right?" Opening up the basket, taking out a few pieces of cold meat wrapped in foil, along with bread and jars of jam. Sure, it was simple, but that wasn't what mattered, right?<br> <br>T'Chen mmms. "I could certainly do with a proper sandwich." she notes with a bit of a grin, licking her lips just slightly. "And yes, Sel, of course you're right. Business can wait, let's all sit down for a nice meal. Break bread, as it were." She looks around to see if there's somewhere to sit, still unfamiliar with this place.<br> <br>There are three green couches located on the right half of the room when coming in, surrounding a coffee table which the basket was set on. They look neat and tidy, unlike those in Zephyr's lobby. Selyra watches as the contets of the basket are revealed, her smile remaining wide. "It's alright, Max. I know how hard great food is to come by, and this is certainly enough." she says, giving T'Chen a nod and laying her apron over the bar counter. Moving across the room to take her own seat on one of the couches, she beckons the others over to sit with her. "I could bust out the fine wine if need-be." she jokes, a soft giggle escaping her lips.<br> <br>Maxwell gives another smile at the compliment, bringing out a couple of small paper plates to carry the items upon as he steps over toward the couches, placing said plates down after finding a spot for himself. "Ha, if you want Sel, although you should know I'm not an alcohol person.", Max jokes with a bit of a grin, even as he joins Sel in waving his mate over to join them.<br> <br>T'Chen chuckles warmly to Selyra. "I'm not much of a drinker, but I could have a glass for the celebration." she answers, rubbing the back of her neck for a moment before she eyes one of the couches. "Shall we take a seat and eat and chat?" she suggests, even as she approaches Max and Sel.<br> <br>Taking a quick survey of the food brought by the couple, Selyra stands up, heading behind the counter to retrieve some things. "Maybe a little later, and I'm honestly not much of a drinker either. Don't worry, we'll only have one or two glasses of some light wine, nothing strong..." she tells them, gathering up a tray of things. Three small glasses, two bottles of a particularly watered-down wine, a large serrated knife for the meat, and a few butter knives for the jam. After setting the tray on the coffee table, she returns to her seat on the couch next to the bunny and raccoon. "Yes, let's eat now. It's not often we get to dine with close friends, now is it?" she asks no one in particular, unwrapping one of the pieces of meat for cutting.<br> <br>"Indeed, it isn't.", Maxwell agrees, reclining back in his seat with a bit of a yawn. For a moment, he watches Sel head off to gather up some wine glasses, among other things, a tender arm going around the rabbit at his side as he just waits. Eventually, as the collie returns, he just smiles, clearing a small space for the tray. "To close friends, yeah?"<br> <br>T'Chen settles in against Maxwell and closes her eyes, resting her head against his nearer shoulder for a long moment as she just enjoys his closeness and the warmth and safety of friends. "To friends, then." she replies, reluctantly lifting her head but seeming glad to accept the toast, her glass offered up to meet it in kind.<br> <br>Selyra takes the large knife into her paw, using it to slice meat into thin slices, smiling and glancing at the two. "Yes, to friends." she chuckles, setting down the knife to join in the toast before returning to her task. Once that piece is all cut up, she pours herself a glass of wine, then begins to make up a sandwich with the bread and meat. "Do you know what kind of meat this is, Max?" she asks him curiously, her tail now adopting a gentle swaying motion rather than a quick wag.

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Revision as of 18:27, 22 November 2012

Participants

• Maxwell
• Selyra
• T'Chen

Date

5/9/2012

Log

A knock comes from the Surrogate doors, before one of the sides of the double doors creaks open, Max's head peeking in to look about. "Hey? Are you around, Sel?", he asks as eyes scan the lounge.

T'Chen waits patiently behind Maxwell, keeping herself hidden from view for the time being; she's not quite ready to impose herself upon the situation just yet.

The sound of clinking glasses and running water could be heard on Max's left, the desired collie looking over her shoulder and widening her eyes. "Oh, hello Maxwell! It's been a while, come in." she says happily, her tail blatantly starting to wag. That's the trouble of having one of those things. Your excitement is always displayed to all who see you. She is dressed in an apron, washing mugs and dishes in the sink.

As Selyra calls over to him, Maxwell offers the collie a warm smile, the door opening properly as he steps in, revealing a picnic basket slung under an arm by the handle. "Indeed it has been, great to see you again Sel.", Max speaks, holding the door wide open for another behind him.

T'Chen follows behind Maxwell, offering a warm smile of greeting. "Hi there, Sel!" she calls out, lifting a hand in greeting to wave at the collie girl. "It's nice to see you again. How've you been?" Her tail twitches merrily as she spots her friend for the first time in far too long.

The collie's eyes widen further as she witnesses T'Chen step into the lounge, almost dropping the mug she was cleaning. "O-oh, hello there, T'Chen! Long time no see, hun? I've been great, how about you?" she asks happily, her tail noticeably speeding up in motion. Better watch out, it's likely to be stronger than most domestic dogs in the past, as it's scaled for human size. She quickly finishes washing the mug, using a dry rag to rid it of moisture before getting it put in its place in the cabinet. "Welcome, you two. I'm glad you decided to stop by!" she says, walking back around the bar counter with a wide smile.

Maxwell can't help a chuckle as he steps into the lounge, placing the basket down on the table. "Well, we thought it might be a good idea to have a gathering, is all.", he explains, features in a wide smile. "After all, like you said, it really has been a while."

T'Chen draws in a deep breath, the sound of someone doing a bit of necessary pride-swallowing. This isn't exactly easy for her, but she knows that it needs to be done. "There's also something else I want to talk to you about." she notes. "Something a little more business-y, though I'd definitely like that gathering."

Selyra nods eagerly, liking the sound of it as well. "You two are always welcome, and a gathering is certainly enjoyed." she agrees, turning her attention towards T'Chen and tilting her head. "Oh? Well you can bring it up in a minute, for now though, feel free to take a seat." she offers kindly, eying the basket the racoon brought in. "What might that be, Max? I hope you brought something delicious." she chuckles, reaching behind herself to undo her apron.

Maxwell looks over toward T'Chen, a tad confused for a moment, although the male soon shrugs it off. When she told Sel, he'd hear of it too, no doubt. With that, the attention turned to Sel's gaze, and then to the basket. "Ah, well it's unfortunately not a lot...", he responds, scratching the back of his head a bit. "But I'm sure it'll make do, right?" Opening up the basket, taking out a few pieces of cold meat wrapped in foil, along with bread and jars of jam. Sure, it was simple, but that wasn't what mattered, right?

T'Chen mmms. "I could certainly do with a proper sandwich." she notes with a bit of a grin, licking her lips just slightly. "And yes, Sel, of course you're right. Business can wait, let's all sit down for a nice meal. Break bread, as it were." She looks around to see if there's somewhere to sit, still unfamiliar with this place.

There are three green couches located on the right half of the room when coming in, surrounding a coffee table which the basket was set on. They look neat and tidy, unlike those in Zephyr's lobby. Selyra watches as the contets of the basket are revealed, her smile remaining wide. "It's alright, Max. I know how hard great food is to come by, and this is certainly enough." she says, giving T'Chen a nod and laying her apron over the bar counter. Moving across the room to take her own seat on one of the couches, she beckons the others over to sit with her. "I could bust out the fine wine if need-be." she jokes, a soft giggle escaping her lips.

Maxwell gives another smile at the compliment, bringing out a couple of small paper plates to carry the items upon as he steps over toward the couches, placing said plates down after finding a spot for himself. "Ha, if you want Sel, although you should know I'm not an alcohol person.", Max jokes with a bit of a grin, even as he joins Sel in waving his mate over to join them.

T'Chen chuckles warmly to Selyra. "I'm not much of a drinker, but I could have a glass for the celebration." she answers, rubbing the back of her neck for a moment before she eyes one of the couches. "Shall we take a seat and eat and chat?" she suggests, even as she approaches Max and Sel.

Taking a quick survey of the food brought by the couple, Selyra stands up, heading behind the counter to retrieve some things. "Maybe a little later, and I'm honestly not much of a drinker either. Don't worry, we'll only have one or two glasses of some light wine, nothing strong..." she tells them, gathering up a tray of things. Three small glasses, two bottles of a particularly watered-down wine, a large serrated knife for the meat, and a few butter knives for the jam. After setting the tray on the coffee table, she returns to her seat on the couch next to the bunny and raccoon. "Yes, let's eat now. It's not often we get to dine with close friends, now is it?" she asks no one in particular, unwrapping one of the pieces of meat for cutting.

"Indeed, it isn't.", Maxwell agrees, reclining back in his seat with a bit of a yawn. For a moment, he watches Sel head off to gather up some wine glasses, among other things, a tender arm going around the rabbit at his side as he just waits. Eventually, as the collie returns, he just smiles, clearing a small space for the tray. "To close friends, yeah?"

T'Chen settles in against Maxwell and closes her eyes, resting her head against his nearer shoulder for a long moment as she just enjoys his closeness and the warmth and safety of friends. "To friends, then." she replies, reluctantly lifting her head but seeming glad to accept the toast, her glass offered up to meet it in kind.

Selyra takes the large knife into her paw, using it to slice meat into thin slices, smiling and glancing at the two. "Yes, to friends." she chuckles, setting down the knife to join in the toast before returning to her task. Once that piece is all cut up, she pours herself a glass of wine, then begins to make up a sandwich with the bread and meat. "Do you know what kind of meat this is, Max?" she asks him curiously, her tail now adopting a gentle swaying motion rather than a quick wag.