This is Halloween!

[we_bring_hell]

The Bar loves her holidays, but she is also capable of respecting religious strictures. That's why she put a lot of thought into finding a Halloween costume for Harrow that works with her face paint and general insistence on the monochromatic.

Harrow, for her part, is baffled by the white-pinstriped black suit and the oversized bow, but the gloves are very cool, and the buckled shoes suit as well. She has no idea what's going on but she can live with this.

The Bar seems even more unusually populated than usual, and there are a lot of gourds around. Hm.

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[lightamidchaos]

He nods, and keeps his silence on what Harrow had confided in him.

"I am glad things have changed. For both of you."

[we_do_bones]

"Yeah, samesies."

She tosses the rock now; this one just plops into the water with a faint splash. "I guess in a place like this anything can happen, right?"

[lightamidchaos]

He stretches out both white wings and flaps them at her once, twice, creating a quick breeze.

Perfectly deadpan, as he folds them away again:

"Apparently."

[we_do_bones]

Gideon, surprised into a laugh, snickers as she hands him a stone and tosses one in her own palm. "Most skips wins. Come on, angel: let's dance."

Man, she likes Lan Wangji and his dry streak of humor. He might dress like an Eighth adept but there's nothing in him at all like that humorless wad of soggy paper Silas Oktakiseron.

[lightamidchaos]

After one startled instant of confusion, he realizes she does not mean an actual dance, and weighs the rock in his own hand.

With another sideways look at her, he turns back to the water, considering how he had seen her tossing the stones, and attempts to imitate the technique.

The rock skips twice before sinking with a splash.

[we_do_bones]

She's not very good at this yet; her stone arcs too high and sinks without skipping even once. She makes a face.

"Best two of out three?"

[lightamidchaos]

"Or more," he agrees. "There are enough rocks."

[we_do_bones]

That gets a grin in response, and Gideon bends to grab more rocks. "You're on."

She actually loses count by the time they've exhausted the stash of rocks in their nearby vicinity, but it's fine because she never thought of a prize anyhow. When they get back to the bar, the party has wound way down, and rather than head straight upstairs, she opts to join Lan Wangji for a quiet cup of tea. They don't say much, and that's cool – they linger for a while in the dim warmth near the fire until it's time to say goodnight.

When she does head back to the room, there's a new spring in her step: she can't quite put her finger on why, but she has the distinct feeling that she's won.