Worde on the street.

[dogbitesman]

For all that dramatic events weren't as common as they were in a city the size of Ankh-Morpork, William had to give the island credit; it seldom dealt in small potatoes, or when it did, they were so small you just left them in the ground to grow

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[flowers_on_skin]

That voice, that particular voice, made Eostre's spine stiffen just a little, before she turned around with a baby on her hip and flour on the tip of her nose. She managed a winning smile.

"Of course, Mr deWorde."

[dogbitesman]

William ventured a smile at the baby* and then a more assured one back at Eostre.

Adults - and Eostre was probably the exception amoung (even former) gods in that William awarded her the distinction - he could deal with. More or less. "Is that ... Fauna, was it? Or Mecha?"

*Less winning, more awkward, but a valiant effort nonetheless. Of course, getting your head chopped off by a large man on a horse was also considered valiant, so it still might have been questionable.

[flowers_on_skin]

"Macha," said Eostre, subtly correcting his pronunciation as she settled Mack on her hip, brushing flour from downy blond hair. "but we call her Mack. It's easier."

[dogbitesman]

"Macha, right," William said, making sure this was correct in his notebook. "Is she the one that F..." He let the question delicately trail off.

[the_cop]

Ray turned, all innocent curiosity, until he saw who it was. Then he put on his cop face, the suspicious bastard one. Guy might be hitched to two of Tabula Rasa's nicest ladies, but that didn't put him at their level. Ray still couldn't figure out what Maladicta saw in him (Sacharissa he could understand, reporter hivemind and all that, probably).

"Yeah, you could maybe even have two if you're here to give me a wedding invitation," he replied, thumbs hooked in his jeans pockets, "instead of asking me do I know why Vimes takes bribes or why wasn't I around to save Timmy from last week's shoot-out and what will I do to make the beach a safer place for new arrivals?"

[dogbitesman]

William would have made a comment about Vimes being as liable to take bribes as William was to suddenly take flight. But he didn't; instead, he staring wide-eyed straight ahead and said, "Wedding invitations," in the tones of someone who has just remembered something.

Then he snapped back to normal. Surely Sacharissa was on top of things like that. "Well, unfortunately, none of those are on the agenda," he said. "Er, although you probably will get an invitation when they go out. But today I'm here about the girl who fell down the well." He consulted his notebook. "Miss Samara Morgan?"

[the_cop]

"Better get one," Ray mumbled.

When William brought up Samara, Ray went tense. Didn't mean to, but he also didn't think it was William's business, paper or not. "Yeah? What about it?"

[dogbitesman]

"The IPD doesn't normally mount searches for people who've disappeared," William said, careful not to make it sound like an accusation, because it wasn't. "I'm curious as to why you did this time."