The Strange that's standing activates his third eye, watching the other Strange and Lambert with a small frown.
The Strange at the bar takes his drink and knocks it back in one gulp. "Considering that Childermass is in England, I know exactly what you were thinking with." He frowns a little, looking over at Lambert. "You're only going over there for him, aren't you." Though he's trying to hide it, there's a little needy tone in his voice.
The quiet, standing Strange finally speaks...and he's totally ignoring the other two, talking directly to Celandine. "Celandine. Whatever this is, it doesn't look like a spell I can easily break. It's magic, though, and an oddly familiar one at that."
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The Strange at the bar takes his drink and knocks it back in one gulp. "Considering that Childermass is in England, I know exactly what you were thinking with." He frowns a little, looking over at Lambert. "You're only going over there for him, aren't you." Though he's trying to hide it, there's a little needy tone in his voice.
The quiet, standing Strange finally speaks...and he's totally ignoring the other two, talking directly to Celandine. "Celandine. Whatever this is, it doesn't look like a spell I can easily break. It's magic, though, and an oddly familiar one at that."