[rosie. such a generous and considerate spirit, so concerned with the comfort of others.] Mmmm. [janus pretends to be somewhat more absorbed in the pouring of drinks than they actually are, darting a quick smile at her from around the next bottle they're tipping over the shotglasses they're using to measure. they are in fact

extremely precise. the meniscus of the drink clings delicately to the rim of the shotglass before it goes into the mix.]

Time of birth, rebirth. [her drink is finished. they push it across the bartop toward her, stopping when it's within grasp of her hand.] Beginnings and food. Reclamation and sex. It's a good season. [their drink is finished too. they dry their hands on one of the towels below, then pick up the glass, offering her a toast.] To spring and all her pretty blonde themes.

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