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A rather short, disheveled novice, clad in a red mantle and purple wimple, slides into the bar with undignified haste, then stops to lean against a table and glance backwards.
"Whew - that was a bit close!"
The young nun sinks onto a stool, pushes back his wimple, and says to the bar, "I think I could use some kind of fizzy chocolate drink right now."
(Jamie's voice still hasn't broken, and he's only grown half an inch since he was last in the bar, fifteen or twenty years ago on his timeline. Still, he's well aware that won't be able to get away with this sort of thing much longer.)
"Whew - that was a bit close!"
The young nun sinks onto a stool, pushes back his wimple, and says to the bar, "I think I could use some kind of fizzy chocolate drink right now."
(Jamie's voice still hasn't broken, and he's only grown half an inch since he was last in the bar, fifteen or twenty years ago on his timeline. Still, he's well aware that won't be able to get away with this sort of thing much longer.)