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[puckishly]

In the middle of the bar, two golden-haired, hesitant, and very small individuals are casting about in some puzzlement

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[oneman_onevote]

The shadows are unperturbed.

Clearly, their adventures alone in Milliways proper will be very interesting.

To nothingness.

Obviously.

[puckishly]

The shadows in the rafter throw something down at the other cluster of shadows.

It looks like a piece of popcorn.

(The kids aren't even looking in that direction.)

[oneman_onevote]

A pale hand catches it.

And then retreats almost sheepishly back into a path of shadows in one of Milliways' many corners.

Somebody forgot his gloves.

[puckishly]

This first volley is followed by several more.

Paaaaay attention to meeeeee, the rafter-shadows might be saying.

If they could talk.

Which they can't.

(These shadows might have filched Havelock's gloves this morning, however.)