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Weren't we here before years ago?

You say that like we can't have repeat customers.

[You may have a Look, Charlie.

Although it's brief. He doesn't really like the fact that it's a repeat. It probably doesn't bode well.]

We were here shortly after...[That witch from way back.] We were just passing through then. I think, if I remember, we did one show, just at random and then continued on.

[A pause.] I made a friend then.

[She doubts they're still here.] So, what are you thinking? Tavern?

[This is Charlie for "I'm hungry and don't want to cook."]

[Pointedly.]

You make lots of friends.

[But he knows which one you mean.]

Tavern sounds good. Better than whatever rangy varmint we can catch; if I remember right there's no poaching around here and I'm really not up for running this week.

I meant outside of our group.

[But, yeah. She rather liked the boy she'd met here years ago.] No poaching. Tavern it is. It'll be nice to sit on something that isn't moving, anyway.

[Heading towards said tavern, now, and looking around with some...concern. Something's off, here, and she can't figure out what.]

[The red head that pulls up with the circus looks familiar. Peter is going about his business, hauling water and stacking wood: normal daily chores, when they arrive. He sort of studies the duo from a distance. He was younger, much younger but still...]

You...I think...you were? Maybe?

[Charlie turns, sort of staring at Peter and looking him over with a half-smile. She remembered him. She didn't do much for the circus back then, just helped run errands and assisted in putting advertisements up. Occasionally, she'd help cook but mostly hid. The scars on her face, three long lines running from right temple to just below her left cheek bone had been significantly more visible then. Now? They're just faded and she actually doesn't care about them anymore.]

Ages ago. We were supposed to be passing through but I think a broken wheel prevented us from going anywhere for a day or so. And then I met you. [A pause.] I think it was you. Peter, right?

Overrated. At least those friends don't wear out their welcome or think vice versa.

If you wanted a picnic, all you had to do was say so.

[Teasing.

But her expression has him looking around more intently too.]

Don't you think it's a little...quiet around here?

True. How many places have we been chased out of? [She counts one and that was after they'd helped with a problem. Ungrateful people.]

I remember this place being louder. And happier.

[Was it just her or did most of the people around here look furious?]

Enough to know better.

[Because leaving BEFORE they actually run you out of town counts too, Charlie.]

Me too. Keep close, alright? And if I tell you to do something, don't argue.

[He knows how much you love to argue.

His hand's already moving to get one of his knives ready. Just in case.

Time to talk to the tavern guy, apparently. Yeah, like he expects this to go well.]

[She won't argue in this situation. It feels tense enough. And then it hits her and she stops walking, grabbing her brothers arm.]

There are no children. I haven't seen a single one.

[A smile spreads across his face as she recognises him and he further recognises her.]

Yup. That's me. Peter. I'm--I remember: Charlie, right?

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