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[bad_in_latin]

They're floating somewhere near Santo at the moment, and Mal's high on the horse after a job that actually didn't have too many complications to it.

So he's in the bar like he totally has been forever and ever clearly and finding an honest-to-God ale at not quite 10 am.

What? It's fiber.

[ooc: Slowness re: work, etc.]

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[sees_them_too]

Thanks to X, Luna has had a good sleep in one of the rooms upstairs. And while she can't say that things are better, being well rested does make them feel easier to face.

So does being well fed. Luna figures that, as long as she's here, she might as well have breakfast. It will still be before dawn when she gets back to Hogwarts.

Which means that there's a young witch (in very wrinkled clothes) sitting at the bar with a plate of waffles and strawberries. She offers the man a bit of a smile.

"Good morning."

[bad_in_latin]

"Mornin', miss."

Such blonde hair. So young. It throws Mal, for just a minute.

[sees_them_too]

Luna, on the other had, appears as steady as the stool on which she sits.

She couldn't quite say why she has decided to strike up a conversation with a stranger at the Bar. Except that it is likely the only opportunity she'll have for a normal conversation for a bit.

And then, he's alone as well. And perhaps he would like company.

"It's a lovely morning, isn't it?"

[bad_in_latin]

"I suppose so. Hard enough to tell when the main window is -- "

He jabs a thumb towards the observation window.

You know.

The destruction of the multiverse.

[sees_them_too]

Luna follows the thumb to look over her shoulder.

"Yes. I'm really not sure that there's a time of day to call that by."

It would make a good riddle. If there are no more days, how does one tell time?

"It's still quite lovely though," she adds, looking back away from the Window. "The view. That is, if you don't think too hard on what it is."

[bad_in_latin]

"How old are you, miss?"

Because Mal was about to go way too philosophical on her if she is as young as she looks.

[sees_them_too]

She's mildly puzzled at the question, but has no qualms about answering it.

Plus, she's rather curious as to where the answer might lead to.

"Fourteen this past February."

[bad_in_latin]

That's old enough to hear his original comment.

"Everything's lovely 'til you look too hard on 'em."

[sees_them_too]

Luna thoughtfully chews a bite of waffle.

"Do you really think so?"

She forks up another bite, but doesn't eat it yet. Rather, she looks slightly fascinated by the shape of the whipped cream.

"Most of the time I think the opposite is true. That often things can seem ugly, or frightening, or even just ordinary until you look at them closely. Then you can often see something lovely about them."

She's not sure that she can apply this to yesterday. She's not sure she ever will be able to. But every rule has exceptions.

[bad_in_latin]

You're very young, is the thought that comes across Mal's mind.

"They might be both true," Mal offers instead.

[sees_them_too]

This cannot mathematically be denied.

"They might indeed," Luna agrees.

Life being a merry whirligig of paradox.

"What kinds of things do you look at?"

[bad_in_latin]

"People. Regular folk, usually. And my own version o' that."

Back to referencing the observation window again.

"What about yourself, away from all this mo shu?"

[sees_them_too]

"I like to watch people, too," Luna says. "They do interesting things, especially when they think nobody notices them."

"And creatures. I'm very fond of watching creatures."

She follows the reference back to the window.

"Are you an alien?"

[bad_in_latin]

"Depends on your definition on 'alien'."

[sees_them_too]

Luna contemplates a strawberry, perched on the end of her fork.

"That's true. I hadn't quite thought of it that way, but yes. I suppose to a lot of people here, I would be the alien. It's all relative to what you are yourself."

Sometimes that perspective can be hard to remember.

"I'm a human from Earth. I wasn't sure if you were the same. You look like you are, but you say you watch that a lot." Nod to the window. "So I wasn't certain."

[bad_in_latin]

"I was born on a planet called Shadow, but I've been to a couple different versions o' Earth since coming to Milliways, oh...five years ago by now? Places with magic, places without, places with fire gods, places with three breasted purple women."