It's been -- weeks? months? days? a single day repeated over and over? -- since Fakir last came to Milliways. The weather of Goldkronedorf has been sunny and indeterminately warm, except twice when ominous clouds hovered over the clock tower just for the sake of variety. Mr. Cat has led lessons on pointe technique and pas de deux and demonstrated
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She takes a sip, before carefully opening a book titled The Secret of the Old Clock and starting to read.
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He stands his quill in the pot and looks up. "Oh, it's you."
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"It is. Hello, Fakir."
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Fakir adds, under his breath, "This time."
"But if you don't want to write it, I'm sure we'll all be entertained when you get a marriage proposal tomorrow morning."
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Unfortunately, a busy waitrat causes her to nnnearly spill said curry onto--
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
(Nothing has actually spilled, but it was a scarily close call.)
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"I really don't want to write it again." For the third time.
Beat.
Beat.
Oh, right, introductions.
"I'm Fakir."
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Ava is still having faint anxiety over the hypothetical loss of her curry onto somebody's shoes, but smiles as she glances to his curryless paper.
"I'm Ava. Uh. What're you working on?"
Has Milliways become a Big Brother/Big Sister program over the past 72 hours?
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"Sit down before your dinner lands on someone."
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