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[empath_wiggin]

Look. It's a Val. In the bar. She's in her usual working attire, her hair tied up on her head. She gets her tray and sits down on a stool singing to herself:

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book

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[desert_worm]

Look, it's a Luke. Grinning. "Evening. What's that song? It's nice."

[empath_wiggin]

Val laughs a bit. "Um, it's called 'Paperback Writer'. Just me singing randomly, I guess." She grins at him. "How's you?"

[desert_worm]

"I'm doing pretty good. Been exploring the woods a little. They're a little creepy, but I've seen worse." He leans over for a quick kiss. "How about you? Done anything fun lately?"

[empath_wiggin]

"Um. Not really especially, I guess." She shrugs. "Talked to someone who blathered science at me that I think I understood, gave a milkshake to a two-year-old." She shrugs. "Oh, and Bar seems to have given us a box."

[desert_worm]

"Aw. Kids with milkshakes are the best." He looks intrigued. "A box? What's in it?"

[empath_wiggin]

"No clue what's in the box. I didn't open it cause it said it was for both of us." She laughs. "It clanked oddly as I took it up to the room, though. There was no note on it, nothing. Just a box."

[desert_worm]

"Exciting." He grins. "Wanna go open it?"

[empath_wiggin]

She giggles. "Sure." Reaching over, she takes his hand. "Lead on, oh Jedi of mine."

[desert_worm]

He obeys, leading her into the House of Arch and to their room.