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Who: Jonathan Strange & Jimmy Novak
Where: Jimmy's trailer
When: shortly after Strange's network post
What: let's get drunk and talk about death!
Warnings: ...they're going to get drunk and talk about death.

Strange had no idea just what he had 'borrowed' from the cookhouse tasted like. It was a liquor, of some sort, and it had a high proof but honestly, he has no idea how you could make alcohol taste like whipped cream to begin with. This must be some sort of faerie thing. After all, the sweetest alcoholic beverages he's had were wine and champagne.

So, here he is, bottle in hand, as he approaches the trailer. Hopefully this would suffice for something strong, Strange really has no idea how strong or weak the alcohol actually is. It'd be poor form to open it before meeting with Jimmy, after all.

And then, for once, Strange pauses, thinks, and knocks on the door to Trailer #12. Occasionally he has moments of insight like 'don't just shove yourself into the trailer of the guy who you're trying to get information from.' He can summon up enough restraint to knock and wait.

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"None taken," Strange responds, with a shake of his head. "Technically, my first change was my claws. I don't know how I would have coped if I grew something like a pair of wings a week or so after arrival."

There were so many people here who weren't entirely human anymore: horns, wings, extra arms, extra eyes. It was distracting at first, but now...now Strange had to admit that he was growing used to the idea. He supposes that only goes to show just how used he's gotten to this place in a month or so.

"I'm... honestly kind of glad I never got wings. I think I would have reacted badly." Jimmy grimaces, figuring that it would have ended about as well as the tentacles in Atlantis started.

"But this..." The grimace fades into a tired smile. "I can't thank you enough for this chance. I honestly can't." At this point, he's getting close to embarrassing himself, but this is giving him a chance to tilt the odds in his favor.

"Don't thank me until you actually learn something," Strange responds, with a little tease. Getting up from the counter, he pushed his chair in.

"As for our first lesson...give me a few days time to scrounge up all the necessary ingredients. We can meet wherever for practice, so perhaps the big top? There's certainly enough space there for us to practice."

Except the Celebration and vampires and going to hell happens so that first lesson miiiiight happen further along than they expected.

"Fair enough. I'll see you in a couple of days, then." Jimmy stands as well, to see Strange out. "And I do mean it. Thank you for the opportunity." It's gushing a little, but he doesn't care.

And after Strange leaves, if Jimmy decides to engage in a little bit of celebratory dancing, well, that's all up to him.