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[burbonmilkshake]

Faye has curled up in 202 with an English-to-Chinese dictionary. It's old, it's battered and well-used, but it's helpful!

...When it isn't torn and stained beyond use, that is.

Either way, she's desperately trying to learn to read Chinese. Come help her out! ...Or mock her mercilessly. Whatever floats your boat.

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[alwayshastolook]

And in comes wandering Pip, who looks about and then eyes the map on the wall, completely ignoring Faye.

For the time being.

He needs something to draw with, because the wall is severely lacking a map of The Shire.

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye glances up and looks at the short man, then looks down at her book again.

"Do you know how to read Chinese?" she asks, face buried in her book again, scribbling notes in a notebook on her lap.

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Pip blinks and peers over his shoulder, one eyebrow up.

"Chi-what?"

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"It's a language. Chinese. It seems to be the predominant one around here." She tilts her head up and looks at the hobbit-she-doesn't-know-is-a-hobbit. "You're not from Earth, are you?"

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Pip narrows his eyes.

"Of course I'm from Earth. I'm from Middle Earth. And I can speak a wee bit of Elvish!"

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She blinks. "I--meant---" Fumbling now.

"Um. Let's try this again. I'm from Massachusetts, the year 2006 A.D."

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Pip stares.

"I'm from Tuckborough, which is in The Shire, which is in Middle Earth. Year's 3021 of the Third Age."

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"We aren't from the same Earth, then," she explains gently. "Or at least Earth in the same timeframe." She shifts so that the hobbit can sit.

"Um--listen, do you want me to make you some coffee or something? It's not alcohol, but it might make you feel better. Hot beverages can do wonders."

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Pip cautiously takes a seat next to her.

"I already know that I'm not in the same Earth I was in before. I figured that out."

Then he tilts his head.

"Coffee?"

[burbonmilkshake]

She exhales slowly and ignores the jab. If this is what being on the Welcoming Committee is going to be like, she might have to go back to Zuko and tell him she quits!

"Coffee is a hot beverage made from the cocoa bean. It's dark, bitter, and can be made less so with sugar and/or creamer. I made it for a living before I came here, so--" She shrugs.

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Pip's just a little...

... bitchy. You'll have to excuse him, Faye, he really doesn't mean it.

His eyebrow goes up as he processes the information. "So it's not like a pint?"

[burbonmilkshake]

"No. It's not alcoholic at all," she explains patiently. Again.

Pip is very, very lucky the girl is worn out from Wesker.

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Pip, after a moment of thought, finally speaks.

"Then why would I wanta drink it, if it's not a pint?"

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She throws her arms up in the air. "I don't know, okay? I don't."

And then she bursts into tears.

"It's been a very bad day for the barista.

[alwayshastolook]

Pip's eyes go wide and he squeaks, almost jumping at the sudden sobbing.

He was not expecting that.

And he is very bad when it comes to dealing with things like this.

"Why're you crying? Don't cry!"

[burbonmilkshake]

"I'm sorry," she says, sobbing. "I've just--it's been a bad day." She sniffles and reaches for the tissues, thoughtfully left there by the horrid thoughtful Wesker.