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With graduation festivities occurring over the weekend, the school administration expected most of the graduation guests to begin arriving today. To ensure guests felt welcomed, Barney's student council minions had set up a small gathering on the lawn where the guests could arrive, mingle, and feign relaxation before heading off with their graduates.

Or where they could all hear about how George got the makeouts with his girl the night before. Someone was a little chatty while hefting the tables and chairs that would serve guests well for getting a load off after travel, and Barney thought it was a tale worth sharing. For the hungry and forgetful, there were finger foods and nametags spread out on a long table. It was time to get the all-weekend grad party started!

[Up early because I have no control over the internets once I go to work!]

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Jack was tumbling toward him with wary eyes that were evaluating the amount of shade, the brim of Sebastien's hat, and whether anyone in the crowd showed more than the usual amount of interest in his guest. It wouldn't do to have incidents.

"Of course you're on the edges," he said, trying and failing not to grin too broadly. The embrace would come later. "Hello. Noticed anything interesting just yet?"

All things Sebastien had considered himself, but the concern was appreciated.

"Interesting?" he asked in return, curious as to whether his companion was being facetious, pointed, or lightly scolding. After all, there would have been a certain wisdom to arriving later and remaining indoors until nightfall.

If pressed, he would have said 'playful with a side of pointed'.

"Always. Was there something specific I should have noted?"

Of course the great detective would have thought about all of this, but Jack still didn't entirely trust the man to manage on his own. (Pointing out he had done so for a thousand-odd years, while accurate, would not be appreciated.)

In any case, he had accurately read Jack's tone, and got a smile in return. "Not just yet," he admitted. "People are more or less ... being themselves, and not in dramatic ways."

He nodded in Priestly's direction. "He's the one I was infatuated with when that spell was cast last winter."

So something to look out for then. He would, if only out of curiosity. He knew Jack would tell him if it was something truly important.

The boy he pointed out, however...

"I would assume that is not the natural color of his hair."

A foregone conclusion at home, but best to make sure while here.

"Not in the least," Jack said, shaking his head in distaste. "That style is called 'punk' for some ghastly reason. Though mine was pink for a day when I was trying to impress him."

A beat. "There are not pictures, Sebastien."

"Have you burned them all then?" and that his face was entirely without the curl of a smile spoke to his estimable control. And of course, it was the lack of a smile that expressed just how very amused Sebastien was with the idea.

Jack could tell perfectly well that Sebastien was trying not to laugh at him -- which was fine, since he found the whole thing faintly ridiculous and was all but ready to laugh himself.

"They aren't all on paper anymore," he remarked. "They keep them in the ... handheld computer things and look at them on screens."

He pulled out his phone, fiddled with it so the camera display came up, and proffered it to Sebastien with a (carefully chosen to be neutral) picture of the law office on the screen. "Like so."

He glanced at the screen, marveling at the lighted display. So many interesting toys, so many strange permutations of reality dreamed up by man. In its own way, Sebastien saw it all as art.

"So I see."

He was wondering if that strange contraption held such pictures. And if not, where he might find them.

But only idly. And perhaps only because it was amusing to confound Jack by seeking them.

Jack's eyes flickered over Sebastien in that way of his, seeking -- something. Reassurance, perhaps. (His contraption held no pictures of Jack whatsoever, but Miss Frost's probably held its share.)

"You can play with the toys later," he said amiably. "We should get you to the hotel, unless there's something you'd like to do along the way."

He shook his head.

"I am here for you, Jack," he told him, the words far more than an answer. Jack would hear what he'd said, the layers to the statement.

"I might say I'm the one who's here for you." And somehow things were simpler again, the two of them falling into place like pieces in a puzzle that might not quite make sense to any but the right beholder. Jack shifted a few inches closer than decorum would dictate and tried to gauge Sebastien's thirst.

"Hotel, I think. You have days to meet everyone if you wish, and I have nothing else to do."

He held up a parasol, one that could easily be mistaken to have been an umbrella but the material was thick and dark.

"Lead, then, and I will follow."

More multiple meanings, more unspoken messages in clearly spoken words.

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