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[song_of_stars]

At typical Happy Hour time, Urania is sitting at the bar with a laptop in front of her, working out an advanced formula to improve the range of a space telescope. It isn't until Mercury, bobbing at her elbow, nudges her that she realizes that no one is getting behind the bar to serve people

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[dazzling_future]

Bella notices the calculations before she notices the list of drinks. Ah well, she thinks, might as well have something.

"One, erm, Sunrise, if you please."

[song_of_stars]

She mixes and serves and offers a glowing smile.

"There you are. Enjoy."

[dazzling_future]

"What are the calculations for?"

[song_of_stars]

Okay, a little blinking, because that was unexpected.

"I'm... trying to expand the range of an astronomical telescope"

[dazzling_future]

Bella smiles a little to broadly, and leans in to see more.

"Are you an astronomer, then? Why are you telling fortunes?"