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[scots_wolf]

[[From here]]The door opens, and Urquhart and Moist come in, carrying several bags -- carpet bags, saddle bags, bags of coin, and a bucket of freshly caught fish

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[forgottenmotley]

The Fool spots the two of them coming in together and smiles brightly. He saunters over, just barely using his stick today (though he always has it)

"Urquhart! Nobody! Hello!" He says when he's close enough. "And hello Franz too."

[morethanprops]

Moist laughs and leans against Urquhart,

"Because of when we met, he considers me Nobody. I haven't decided what I think of it yet."

[scots_wolf]

"That's not a Nobody, that's my friend Alfred," Urquhart says, his arm tightening companionably around Moist's shoulders, "and he has a very nice body, if you must know."

[forgottenmotley]

"He said he was Nobody when we met. And Nobody suits him better I think," the Fool says. "And yes, his body is very nice. He talks a lot when drunk too."

He will continue calling Alfred Nobody and nobody can stop him.

[morethanprops]

"I was very drunk when we met. That was a rare occasion for me,"

Judging him while under the influence of Atlantean isn't terribly fair.

[scots_wolf]

"Oh, that was when he met you," Urquhart says. "Believe me, Fool, he is much more than that."

[forgottenmotley]

The Fool leans forward, using his walking stick for support. "Oh everyone is much more than that. But Nobody is even more, because Nobody can do things that somebody can."

There's a bit of word play here, but words are what the Fool is about.

People are more honest when drunk, which is a perfect time to judge him.

[morethanprops]

Moist considers that and smiles,

"Yes, no one says you have to be only one somebody."

[scots_wolf]

"You can in fact be anybody," Urquhart says. "But that's still the polar opposite of nobody. Anyway, Fool, meet my friend Alfred whom I mentioned a few times."

[forgottenmotley]

There's a doffing of a hat and a deep bow. "Good day to you sir, it's a pleasure to meet you once again."

[morethanprops]

"You as well. How have you been?"

[scots_wolf]

"Let's put these things down and get some drinks?" Urquhart suggests.

[forgottenmotley]

"If someone else is paying then yes, lets," the Fool agrees, happy to be a moocher.

Then to Moist he says. "I've been well enough. Knocked around a little, but nothing too horrid."

[morethanprops]

Moist finds a nice booth and puts all of their things in a corner before ordering a bottle of bubbly,

"That's always a risk."

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart sits as well, and Franz settles at their feet.

"You just sit out the knocks, and knock back when you can," he shrugs. "It's what I do."

When the rats come with the champagne, he pours for all three of them.

[forgottenmotley]

"Getting knocks around is good for some of us," the Fool says calmly. He takes his glass and looks at it. "Are we making a toast or just drinking?"