OoC: Ooohherrr I shall add him I shall also then add Admiral Michael and Sargeant Guss Guss

Ashlie nodded to Fate. "Let me get that for you now, then," she said, turning away to fix up the glasses. She summoned two glasses and filled the one with water and the other with lemonade. Fixing a slice of a lemon to the rim of the glass and, for added entertainment, pulled out on of her little umbrella's and stuck it in there. Sure, it was a bit of a Muggle American thing, but she was sure the little girl would like it.

She glanced over to check on Jamie, and saw that another girl had joined. How big was this "harem" exactly? Ashlie felt her face go pale. Ms. Reiss would kill her if she knew Jamie was traveling in packs of girls. Didn't he have any male friends? "Careful back here, Jamie, don't break anything." That was code for "Please-don't-show-your-friends-your-dance-moves-and-or-snog-them-behind-my-back."

She turned to bring the glasses over to the girls, smiling at the overly energetic, sticker bearing silver haired little girl. Did Fate have a little sister? Ashlie knew nothing of the girl, really, except that she and Dave snogged quite a bit.

"Here you are, one glass of ice water, guarenteed to stay cold or your money back. And for the little one, a glass of lemonde, luau style. That's fifteen sickles, please." She smiled her fake "happy-to-be-here" smile that Aero forced up on her and turned to the male customer now requesting a cup of coffee. Another fairly American-esque drink, she noted, from a familiar voice.

"One cup of coffee? Would you like anything in that, milk cream-" And she paused in mid-sentance, eyes growing wide with a vague recognition. No, she told herself sternly. You're imagining things! "Elijah Young?"

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Jamie sighed heavily at Ashlie's little repirmation. Of course he wasn't going to break anything. That wasn't his finesse. Dancing was. Which seemed like a good idea, right about now, except for that fact that there wasn't much room between the bar and the wall back here.

"It's my special nick name for Jenzy, because the name Jen seems too bland for her." He smiled heartily. Elaborate? He didn't elaborate. POSH! He just told it how he saw it.

"Guess what Jenzy! Chef made me SPECIAL french toast. With chocolate syrup! He can make some for you two," he said, nodding at Francesca in acknowledgment.

At that moment, Admiral Michael decided to wake. He'd been hiding on a shelf below the shelf.

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It just so happened that Ashlie didn't know Admiral Michael was down there. And when he stretched and pounced on her legs, he seemed to enjoy her shriek about as much as Jamie did.

She rounded on the giggling boy, almost growling.

Jamie remained oblivious to it.