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[ridethecyclone]

[ There's a clear view of the Rogers-Barnes kitchen coming through on the feed, Bucky hunched over the counter with a pen and a pad of paper, a half bitten pen between his fingers. He scrawls for a minute before it ends up propped by a coffee mug for the whole world to see. Why, he has no idea, it just feels like a good idea at the time. ]

Dear

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[primrosella]

...A war?

--Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to pry.

[ridethecyclone]

Hey, it's okay. I'm the idiot that broadcast a whole bunch o' crazy crap.

Rosella, right? We met before, but I'm still gettin' the hang of names.

[primrosella]

It happens to everyone, believe me. It's a rather unfortunate trick of these devices--and of the curses, too.

That's right! We met on the street that day, when you were listening to your music. And I think I may know your friend Steve, as well, if he's the same one I'm thinking of. Is he a captain of some sort? We spoke once about a song my lake monster was singing for me.

[ridethecyclone]

Yeah, that was probably him. Unless there are other Captains called Steve that I don't know about.

[ ... ] Lake monster?

[primrosella]

Oh, then I do so hope your wish comes true, and you both have a nice Christmas. He's wonderfully nice, and terribly polite too.

Er...yes. The one in the lake. He's something of--well, I suppose you could say I look after him now and then, and one of the things he likes to do is to sing.

[ridethecyclone]

[ Grinning. ] Yeah, that’d be Steve. [ A beat. ] Uh, okay. What does a lake monster like? Show tunes? Ballads? A bit of Sinatra?

[primrosella]

Swing music, I think! He knows one about a boogie-woogie bugle boy of company B that has a lovely beat to it, and he's quite on pitch if one can forgive a bit of warble.

[ridethecyclone]

[ Bucky laughs. ] Now that's somethin' familiar.

[primrosella]

I like that one very much, too. It reminds me of a friend of mine. He was in a war, too, but he would never talk about it much. Especially not around me.

[ridethecyclone]

Don't reckon soldiers much like talkin' about it.