The library admits Sean and Serendipity without much argument, and as soon as he's inside Sean allows Ren to pass him before shutting the door firmly against the flying sleet. "Ridiculous weather," he mutters as ice sheds from his cloak. He hangs it on the coatrack that sits well out of the range of the library's valuable contents and procedes towards one of the desks. "Ren, I present to ye, the library!"

Serendipity looks around thoughtfully as he slips out of his coat, hanging it gently on the coatrack, and laughs as his eyes catch the flashes of colour among the books. "Love the trolleys," he remarks, indicating them with a nod and a grin, and follows Sean's lead across the room.

Sean sets down his satchel. "It's a nice one for such a small place. I may see if I can get one of the aid groups to donate a wee bit more in the medical section, though." He settles himself in a chair and asks, "So then, seen any of the more interesting parts of town recently?"

Serendipity settles on the edge of the desk, looking around again. "'s a nice one for places much bigger. Not bad at all." He grins at Sean, stretching out his legs. "And recently? Yeah, I saw ice, and snow, and more ice, and a lot of the mountain goin' by =real= fast, more ice, more snow, an' the diner. ...you got any more interesting parts to show me?"

Sean gives Ren a puzzled look. "Goin' by verra fast? What, you took a spill on the mountain?"

Serendipity shakes his head once, leaning back, hands on the table behind him, and grins cockily at Sean. "Nah -- took a spill =off= he mountain, but it went fine when we were on it. Sledded down it. Kicked ass, man. Never gone that fast in my =life=."

Sean raises his eyebrows at Ren, half-smiling. "Aaaah, yer one of *those* sorts. An adrenaline junkie." He says it without censure, and seems mostly amused. "This doesna seem the weather for sleddin', though."

"Well, it wasn't exactly planned," Serendipity admits, "...see, this =goat= at the farm stole my cigarette case, okay? Sentimental meaning an' all. Plus, I had an actual cigarette in there for once. So anyway, I chased it up the mountain, and when- uh, when it got away, see, I found Miki up there." He grins wickedly, "=I= was fine with the plan of stayin' up there with 'im in that shelter, but he figured it might be better if we got back down, yeah? But walking was kinda gonna be a long, cold trek, and dangerous, right? So I said, we could sled down..."

Sean laughs at Ren, a full and loud laugh in the general silence of the library. "Oh, Goddess, this sounds like the makin' of a fine adventure. How harsh a ride was it, then?"

Serendipity considers a moment. "Well... it was pretty tame at first, t'be honest, but the mountain's kinda steep -- started pickin' up speed, and, y'know, kinda tough to steer, so it kept lookin' like we were gonna crash into trees, an' we bounced off a buncha rocks... got a few real good jumps in there, too. There was this one great part where the sled fell out from under us, an' we were just floating above it in the air for like a =minute=, which was totally worth the ass-bruise when we reconnected with it. Went great 'til we got to the very bottom, and then we hit =something= and rolled the rest of the way. But hell, it wasn't too long, and I got to end up on top of him. Heh."

"A fine ending to the journey, I'm sher," Sean drawls, a glint in his eye. "There is, at the moment, not much else to see, I'm sorry to admit. The weather's generally discouragin' for any walks to the ruins or other such places. I suppose we'll have to wait for Spring, or maybe a Perunka to carry us about."

"Best time I've had in," Serendipity pauses, eyes Sean a moment, consideringly, and concludes with, "...well, a week or so, anyway. And =please= don't tell me this place's gonna be like this for months, or someone's gonna really suffer. ...prolly me. It's like... a big, wet, freezing cage." For the moment, the grin's in storage -- he looks positively glum on that last bit.

Sean gives Ren a look of considerable sympathy. "Sadly, we may be in for another month or so of this, mebbe more--we're a good stretch to the north, so even with the Sun's Wrath, things can get a bit unpleasent in wint. It's a bit like this back home; ye spend long days in-doors readin', writin', or annoyin' yer sibs."

Serendipity looks like a scolded puppy. "I asked you not to tell me that. I'm already goin' stir-crazy." He makes a face, and leans back to put weight on his hands again, sighing. "...Fine, fine. I'm gonna hafta count on you to keep me sane, y'realise. I mean, obviously I can't count on the people 'round here who're already nuts."

"Sane?" Sean asks, really enjoying himself now. "I chose a profession that requires I help even those I might not like over-much, and I once yelled at a mathan at the top of my lungs! I think yer lookin' to the wrong place for yer sanity, my friend."

Serendipity grins. "I sledded down the mountain in an ice storm, borrowed a coffee baron's horse and tack and all from outside a tavern, and regularly taunt big scowly guys who've got sharp things; far's I'm concerned, you're onea the sanest guys around," he replies, a bit teasing, and then a slight cloud descends on his expression. "Plus, you don't go batshit if someone innocently kisses your shoulder or anything," he adds dryly, rolling his eyes. He makes a face, then shakes it off, moving his hands to rest on the edge of the desk just in front of Sean, leaning over and down a little, and batting his lashes sweetly at the man. "Anyway, you like =me=, don'tcha?"

Sean confirms with a nod. "I wouldna be showing you around if I didn't, and more to the point, you're a likeable person. So what's this about someone not carin' for attentions, then? I'll admit, I'm a shameless gossip." He leans forward on the table and waits expectantly.

Serendipity looks heavenward in beseechment and lifts both hands, dropping and twisting to end up lying across the desk on his back, one forearm melodramatically across his forehead. "Nnnnnnng. =Safi=. We were the only people in the diner, so we start talking, right?"

Sean nods, waiting for Ren to continue and looking like he's *really* enjoying himself now.

Serendipity tilts his head back a little, gesturing widely toward the ceiling as he goes on. "So I ask her what her problem with Miki is, nice-like, and she dodges the question -- which by the way she never DID really answer -- and she suddenly decides she needs a bath, starts taking clothes off, and heads into the kitchen. So I follow. =Duh=." He glances aside to Sean for that comment, with about half a smirk, and then goes back to declaiming to the ceiling. "So she gets naked (and have you =seen= her? Niiice.), fills a basin and starts looking for soap, and I find it, so I say, so hey... you want me to wash your back? And she goes for it, she's just, like," he switches to a 'femme' voice that sounds nothing like Safi actually does, except for accent, "'but just that, no mating things,' and I say okay, 'cause, you know -- not the time to push. Right?"

Sean coughs politely, having a sense of where this is going. "Problem with Miklos, then? Well we'll get ta that. Go on."

Serendipity grins crookedly. "Yeah, well. So we get going, and I'm totally gentlemanly and well-behaved, I swear, and I'm massaging while I'm washing -- 'cause I'm nice, right? -- and she likes it, she's totally relaxing and all, and we're chatting, and it's =all= good. And eventually I'm just about done, so I lean over and give her these two tiny kisses, like one here," he touches his shoulder, "and one here," a spot on the side of his neck, "and that's =it=, and she totally freaks out. ...and that's about where Justin showed up, too." He rolls his eyes, and addresses the heavens searchingly again, "...=chicks=, man."

"Oh, so then it became a threesome, aye?" Sean can't resist another laugh, although he manages to keep his voice down. "Sorry, it had to be said. Did the alchemist give ye a hard time about it? How badly did Miss Safi, ah, freak out?"

Serendipity laughs, stretching out full-length and turning his head to look at Sean, with an unselfconsciously lecherous grin. "I wish. Nah, Justin was okay; he looked kinda shocked, but he was all -- he was okay, just gave me a look like 'shit, man, her boyfriend's gonna dance on your spleen,' but there wasn't a lotta time for reacting, 'cause she Freaked. Out. I mean, rinsing out clothes, putting wet shit on, runnin' out into the storm freaked out. I was trying to apologise and all, but apparently in her book, you make an honest mistake, you're evil and she hates you. So, we follow her out, right? And talk to her some, and I'm naked from the waist up so I'm freezing my nipples off, and I say I'm not goin' in until she agrees to gimme another chance, and Justin's sayin' how he needs to talk to her, an' finally she comes back in, an' they chat an' all. But she's still treatin' me like some kinda leper." He shakes his head, and turns a hand palm-upward, plaintively.

Sean sighs at Ren and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Well, I dinna ken much about Jack m'self, so I canna speak to whether or not he'll send ye to an early grave. But, Miss Safi is a bit of...not an innocent, really, but she's ignorant to how people interact. So when she says 'no matin' things', she's thinking, as long as no one's gettin' inta foreplay, everythin's fine. S'just that, *her* defintion of foreplay may not be quite sa broad as it is for others." Now he gives Ren a sigificant look. "Or, it might be broader overall, and so, she thinks she's somehow violated the sanctity of--whatever it is she has with Jack, and naturally you were the culprit involved."

"Naturally," Ren agrees dryly. "But, c'mon, it was just a little kiss or two. I didn't even =touch= anything!" He sounds wounded. All that restraint and he still gets punished! "Wouldn't be the first time some guy was out for my blood, anyway, but =usually= I at least get laid first!" Pout. "And I kiss people all the time. Hmph."

"That'd probably hold true for anyone else, I agree," Sean says with an understanding nod. "But, with Miss Safi, it's just not the case. She doesn't understand the incredible subtlety between a chaste kiss, and a not-so-chaste one. Things are still verra black and white for her. Something either *is* an act of sex, or it's not--there's no middle ground for seduction and the like."

"Well, it makes it damn hard to seduce her," Ren replies with slightly irritated bluntness. "Oh well, so it goes. But, see, you understand where I'm comin' from, right? Here I am bein' good, and I end up having to practically =beg= her to even speak to me. There's no justice," he laments long-sufferingly, and sighs, pushing up to support himself on one elbow. He grins crookedly then, studying Sean, and changes the subject. "Aaaaaanyway. You got any plans for after this?" he inquires conversationally.

Sean grins at Ren. "Well, I do understand your frustration, though I've not much interest in seducin' her m'self. I was thinking of making some lunch at the Diner. Perhaps we'll even tempt some others to join us." He gets up and takes up his satchel. "After that, well, I'll have to wait out the storm to make my usual rounds. There's plenty of frostbite and rheumatism locally to keep me occupied...among other things."

Serendipity mms, nodding as he gets back to his feet, and strolls over to collect the coat, slipping it on swiftly. "Food sounds good," he agrees, and wanders up behind Sean. "Too bad, though," he murmurs, putting a hand on each side of the doc's waist and leaning up on his tiptoes to rest his chin on a shoulder and grin evilly, "...if you =didn't= have plans, I was gonna ask if you... wanted some." He lets go, and turns to start sauntering in the general direction of the door.

Sean mmms at Ren as he shrugs into his cloak and watches him head for the door. "Well, we can see what sort of time I have, in my *terribly* busy schedule," he says amiably. He follows the other man, making sure to shut the door soundly behind them against the wind and weather.