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"---no, Esther, I don't think we'll be putting up Star of David wallpaper." Sara walks into the Inn, talking on her cell phone. "But thanks for the suggestion." She listens for a minute, laughing briefly, before telling her caller goodbye.
She finds a seat next to a familiar lapsed anarchist, peering over at whatever he is reading. "Helping your employees with papers again?"
He nods, looking pained. "I'm wonderin' whether or not we should hold a funeral for the demise of the English language."
Sara snorts. "Bit late for that, I do believe."
Either can be bothered, of course. Others might wander in.
[ooc: Mun will be in and out all day today.]
She finds a seat next to a familiar lapsed anarchist, peering over at whatever he is reading. "Helping your employees with papers again?"
He nods, looking pained. "I'm wonderin' whether or not we should hold a funeral for the demise of the English language."
Sara snorts. "Bit late for that, I do believe."
Either can be bothered, of course. Others might wander in.
[ooc: Mun will be in and out all day today.]