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[a_fell]

Bernard's in the study, frowning down at a diagram Aziraphael considers it entirely safer not to enquire about; 'Dora and Anthony, it would appear, are (for once) synchronised in sleep patterns. There are certainly opportunities for entertainment, that's true enough, but for some reason (possibly the angel's new jumper) the various paints, glitters

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[talented_biter]

"Goin' onna 'venture!" she sing-songs, tugging at his hand as they skip.

Well, she skips.

But she's certain he is skipping in his heart.

[a_fell]

Aziraphael hasn't skipped since the gavotte went out of fashion, but he makes an effort at least to put a bounce in his step.

"What sort of an adventure would you prefer? There's a forest with all sorts of wild beasts, no doubt, which could do with a good telling off; alternatively there's an entire lake for piratey mischief or castaway tribulations."

[talented_biter]

Her eyes light up.

"WANNA BE PIWATES CAN WE BE PIWATES OH PLEASE?" She is practically giddy. "Get a boat! Wule seven seas! Take ovew lake! Fiwst step in gwand scheme to wule bar!"

[a_fell]

"Very well, provided I get to be first mate or ship's surgeon or some such thing, and won't be demoted to cabin boy."

He fishes in his pocket and pulls out an enormous red spotted handkerchief, crouching down and attempting to get her to hold still long enough to tie it over her hair.

"It's alright, it's not been used."