<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey"><span style="font-size: 18px"><i>Why...yes.... How silly of him to simply assume he could come up to the counter, giving the hostess a look and mumble at her and magically be understood. It gave him a fit briefly, Poe trembling and the charcoal colored peach fuzz of his face turning pink with anxious embarrassment as he fiddled his two hands together worriedly. </i><br/>
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 "Erm.... Poe... Eh... Eh...?" <i>he pointed at the computer yet a new anxiety struck him. Oh no! What if his name wasn't in there??? What would he do then??? He'd gotten a friend to make the call, someone who spoke more clearly than he. He'd never be able to book a room now! His holiday would be over before it even started!</i><br/>
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<i>Lightly opening his mouth to stutter small incomprehensible gasps, Poe reached within the cover of his wings and brought out a little change purse with a snap top, big enough to hold bills or cards or whatever. His tiny hand shook as he showed her that he was ready to pay. Oh, dear, Jung! Please let her give him a room! He was gonna die of mortification... </i></span></span>