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[[Garry's ratty coat is doing nothing for him in this frigid weather. His teeth chatter together as he tries to balance the many items in his arms and shove them into his pockets. A pamphlet, this communicator phone thing, some money (what is this, some sort of theme park or convention?!), his lighter, the necklace, his rose ...

His eyes fall to Ib's handkerchief, still wrapped gently around his injured hand.

From one far away place to another. At least it seems like this world is a lot less likely to get him killed. He wonders if his rose means just as much here as it did there. And just as well, he hopes that Ib, at least, made it back safe---to her parents, to safety, to home. If she isn't with him right now, many he can count on the fact that she's okay! Brave, resilient Ib doesn't deserve to be away from them any longer.

Still, he feels a bit forlorn that he can't keep his promise to see her again, and give her back her handkerchief, or go get macarons. At least, not any time soon.

He's stuck. And not for the first time.

With another furious shiver, he trudges across the Bay, and buries his cold nose in the map to look for an inn or something to keep him until he can figure something else out. And soon. It's freezing.]]

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[[He's looking rather worse for wear, and very, very cold, but he forces out an awkward, weak smile nonetheless.]]

H-Heh, I ... I guess this place w-wants me to stay. I suppose it c-could be worse!

I'm going to the inn ... I think th-there's enough money here for th-that. There's so m-much I have to f-figure out.

If by any ch-chance you run into a little girl---brown h-hair, red eyes, her name is Ib---l-let her know Garry's here! I h-hope she's made it back home, though! Her p-parents must be worried sick!

Ah, and th-the map is helpful, yes, but does anyone know of any coat s-stores and th-their cross-streets? I'd b-be so grateful!

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[[Wow. Luke is really, really smart.

Garry never had a mind for things like that. He was always a more artistic sort. But he files away this new bit of information.

BUT STILL.]]

Regardless! I'll be sure to not keep you out in the cold longer than you have to!

I'm sure she'd love tea. And the company! I left her alone for too long already, I think. Let's invite her along and see.

M'kay! I'll meet you soon!

[Luke shuts off the video feed and is on his way. It's not too long before he shows up in the Bay. He's not difficult to recognize--the blue hat is just as recognizable in person as it was on the video feed, though it's probably not doing all that much to keep his head warm. His earmuffs are helping some, though, which is an improvement over yesterday's attire. He's wrapped a scarf around him and up to his nose, his coat buttoned as high as it will go and hands stuffed into mittens.

A second and mismatched scarf is slung over his shoulders, and he's holding a paper cup in his mittened hands carefully.

In person, the apprentice is small, smaller than he might have seemed on the video feed, slight appearing against the frigid and snowy wind. When he spies the familiar figure, he waves and hurries over.

His cheeks are flushed red from the cold, and nerves take over--Garry is probably twice his size--from Luke's vantage point, he's huge. Hesitantly, Luke stops a few steps away.]

Mr. Garry. Hi. [From here, he offers the cup he's holding. Garry's longer arms can probably reach.] It's nothing special but it's warm tea. And I had an old scarf too... [Which he's unwinding, as soon as Garry takes the cup from him.]

[[Garry nods before the feed cuts off, pulling his ratty coat tighter around him. So far, everyone's been incredibly helpful---maybe the transition won't be as bad as he thought it would be.

He takes it upon himself to pull out the phone. How did this work again---? He fumbles with the pamphlet for a bit before figuring out how to send private messages, and quickly sends a video to Ib inviting her along.

Really, he's the oldest one. He should be the babysitter here. But he can't help but think that Luke is the one looking out for them.

Then, he waits for the two patiently, hands in his pockets and idly fiddling with the handkerchief around his hand.

The boy is small, and Garry's inherent protectiveness kicks into high-gear. Garry grins and takes the cup.]]

Hello, Luke! Ahh, thank you so much for this.

[[He brings the cup close to his lips and takes a whiff.]]

Good to see that you're bundled up! Ib should be on her way.

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I have a scarf too--here! It's not been used and it's better than nothing-- [Luke starts unwinding the extra scarf. Loosened, it's easily as tall as he is and obviously not his. It's a black scarf, and has a hint of a frilly edge. He'd gotten it for someone (Satsuki) and then decided against it (any amount of frills is far too much), but hadn't returned it. It had sat in the shop unopened for almost a year, but now he had a proper use for it.

After he's gotten the scarf handed over, he breaks into a coughing fit, muffled by the scarf he's got wrapped up over his nose.]

T-tea's still warm, right? I couldn't really feel it anymore. [Luke sniffs under the scarf, shrinking slightly.]

Maybe we should start walking back. Miss Ib would walk past the shop to get to the Bay. And it's awfully cold...

[Don't say you told him so, because even if you did he was just trying to do the right thing.]

[Ib was on her way. Luckily she had a coat this time so she wasn't nearly as cold as she was before. She.. sort of remembered the way, so it took a few tries, but soon enough she made it.]

[[Garry blinks once, twice, as Luke removes the scarf and hands it over.]]

A-Ah, perhaps you ought to wear it instead, for an extra layer! The tea is just enough, really! It's definitely still warm!

[[As if to demonstrate, Garry blows delicately at the tea before sipping.]]

See? It's just fine!

[[In the corner of his eye, though, he catches the sight of the familiar young girl approaching the two, and his expression brightens immediately. It's ... rather nice to see her in a place where everything isn't out to get them.]]

Ib!

It's too long for me anyway. You should keep it. It will help till you have a proper coat and not--

['That thin, ratty coat you've got now', is what Luke was very close to having said, until Ib's approach was visible in the corner of his eye.]

Miss Ib! [Luke waves, mittens flopping slightly as he did so. He hurried forward to meet her, smiling. Despite his cold, he was happy to see her.]

I'm going to make you and Mr. Garry proper tea. This way--well, we didn't get to yesterday. And who wants something cold when it's this cold anyway?

Oh, okay. [She's up for that, since they got distracted before.]

[[Garry's smile widens and he accepts. Luke seems like he thrives off of being helpful. And honestly, Garry can appreciate that much. Obediently, he wraps the scarf around his neck and chin before joining the two with his hands in his pockets.]]

Then, shall we? Luke, lead the way!

[[He reaches out to take Ib's hand and place his other on Luke's shoulder.]]

[Helping reminds him of the Professor. Of being home. And Luke's been here so long and misses home so much--of course he's going to latch on to behavior that reminds him of that.

Under Garry's hand and even through the coat it's probably possible to feel that Luke is a bit too warm. But off they go and as promised the shop isn't too far.

Inside he sheds his extra layers and proceeds behind the counter.]

Okay okay--pick a spot! What sorts of tea do you like? I have lots.

[And he does. For a tiny shop he does have a significant selection, small tins lining the shelves, carefully labeled.] I'll put the kettle on.

[Taking his hand once he offered it, she followed Luke and Garry. Once they were there, she took a seat quietly.]

I.. don't know.

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