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The lovely lady who is sitting at the Bar has a cream-colored slip of a sundress, a coy smile, and a slender flute of pink lemonade.

(What? Not everything has to be alcoholic.)

If she sees you, she is likely to smile-- but exceptions will certainly be notified.

[ooc: slowtime in 3ish hours. have at 'til then! everything will be picked up

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Buffy's been eyeing the dress.

Now she's getting smiled at. Was she that unsubtle? Does she have to be subtle?

Should she smile back?

Kind of awkward if she doesn't. She smiles back.

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Aphrodite's smile quirks a little more amusedly in the direction of her glass.

"Evening," she says.

"How are you?"

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"Not bad." Buffy twirls her straw. (She's drinking iced tea. Also not alcoholic.)

If they're talking, they might as well talk. "Debating whether to spring for onion rings. Want to vote?"

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"Oooh."

Aphrodite looks both secretive and pleased about the prospect.

"So long as it's a democracy ... I have to admit I rarely come out in favor of onion rings. Is it the fried and the crunchy that's calling to you, or the actual onion?"

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"See, if I knew that, I wouldn't have this problem." Buffy rests her chin on her fist. "I'm not usually a fan of onion, but onion rings aren't really onions. They're...rings."

She has a sip of iced tea. Then: "Any other suggestions, though?"

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"You can fry nearly anything," Aphrodite says, amused. "Mozzarella sticks, zucchini, shrimp, catfish, broccoli ..."

She runs a finger over the rim of her glass.

"I favor the vegetables or fish, myself."

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"I don't know, fried fish is getting into meal territory," she muses. "As opposed to late night snack territory."

It only doesn't count as unhealthy if it's a deep fried snack.

Another sip. "Maybe I should stick with my first instinct. That's what you're supposed to do on multiple choice exams."

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Aphrodite looks politely confused.

"Really?"

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She shrugs. "Or so a magazine article told me once. For what that's worth. They also tell me about how the stars are just like us, but half the time they're things I don't actually do, like feed ducks, or...buy mineral water, so -- grain of salt, I guess. I'm Buffy, by the way."

To the bar: "An order of fried onion rings, please?"

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Aphrodite laughs.

"Areia," she says, by way of introduction. "And I'm all in favor of following your instincts ... I'm just not exactly what you'd call the bookish type."

That's an understatement.

"The stars, for what it's worth, are ... both like and unlike us. I suppose it depends on which one."