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Lydia had been given an idea by her conversation with Miss Skywalker about her lightsaber a few weeks ago (and had a rather mistaken idea of what a lightsaber was), but it had taken a few weeks to set up. All the usual members of the Supper Club should have received a message from her early in the week letting them know the particulars of this week's destination: a cat cafe in Washington, DC.

Did the food and drink on offer particularly count as 'supper?' Who cared! There were adorable cats to befriend! Welcome to Supper Club, everyone!

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From:

mustbeawitch

"Whyever should it be a bar?" Lydia asked, confused.

Well, now that she thought about it, the name of the cafe did have some similarity to some taverns, but still!

From:

theworst_verine

"It sounds like--" Well, he couldn't say titty bar, could he? But he for sure thought it. Very clearly thought it. "--a sort of bar."

From:

mustbeawitch

"I suppose it could be the name of a tavern or public house," Lydia had to allow, because hadn't she thought the same? "But there's usually a 'the,' isn't there? The Cock and Bull, or what have you." What?