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[likedtheodds]

The future comes with a great many number of intriguing items. The one that Gwaine hasn't really explored until today is small, yet wildly interesting to him and so colourful. Shots. They're red and blue and purple and one is green and one is called a polar bear and he doesn't even know what a polar bear is, but he knows that it tastes marvelous

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[ffyddlon]

"Bragging rights, maybe?"

Gwen's day hadn't been so weird except for the fact that she apparently can...heal things right up without so much as a thought, so long as she takes a nap afterward. She'd discovered it by accident when she'd run into a very tall boy named Jacob and made him stumble and twist his ankle. She'd been about to take him down to the clinic when her hands seemed to have knit it right up, no harm and no foul.

"Too bad money's useless on the island. I'd give you twenty quid for that being cool, at least."

[likedtheodds]

"Twenty quid?" Gwaine echoes, a bit lost about all of that jargon. It's not that he hasn't tried to learn about the future, it's just that he always tends to get bored in the middle when it has nothing to do with fighting or with things he's familiar with. "Is that something good? Is it to do with you?"

[ffyddlon]

"It's money," Gwen says, laughing. "I'd pay you twenty pounds for doing something cool like that, if money had any meaning around here. It doesn't, though, so I guess you just get a well done and a smile."

[likedtheodds]

"Oh! Yeah, of course," Gwaine agrees, now that he knows what they're actually talking about. He's had a need for money in his time -- gold and silver can pay your way out of a lot of messes, which is something he has a fine habit of finding. "How about your smile, have I earned that?"

[ffyddlon]

Gwen beams at him, wide and genuine, and nods. "Oh yes, you earned at least a smile for that little stunt. It entertained me, so yes. Plenty of smiles if you want them."

She extends a hand. "I'm Gwen, by the way."

[likedtheodds]

"Gwaine, I almost match you perfectly," he responds with as charming a grin as possible. The game forgotten, he turns to lift her hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss to the knuckles as he tips his head to one side to measure her reaction. "Gwen. A princess, then? Gwenevere, yes?"

[ffyddlon]

"It's just Gwen, actually," Gwen says, a bit sheepish he's kissing her hand and being so chivalrous. It's not something that happens all that often anymore, chivalry, and it's just novel enough to make her grin.

"Although, I had a great aunt named Gwyneth once. Suppose that's the original form, isn't it?"

[likedtheodds]

"I've only known a Gwenevere," he admits with a shrug of his shoulders. "Though, originally, I had thought her to be named something like Esmeralda, so you can see how off I can be in the guessing of names. Terribly so."

[ffyddlon]

"Esmeralda is a lovely name," Gwen says, thinking it's just the variety of fantastic name she'd have given herself while playing make believe as a little girl.

"Much better than boring old Gwen. Can't trip in Cardiff without hitting at least a half dozen Gwens or Gwendolyns or Gwyneths."

[likedtheodds]

"Cardiff, I've heard that name before," he says, furrowing his brow as he starts to put the pieces together. "That's Wales, yeah? When I first got here and told a young woman about where I came from, she said she knows it, that it's still about, and that it's in Wales," he says, like this place must be fantastical and wonderful to have survived as long as it is. "What's it like in the future?"

[ffyddlon]

"Oh well, it's still Wales. Plenty of rain and pubs. The Millennium Centre's nice, though," Gwen says, thinking that might be something fantastic he's not heard of from back when he's from. Of course, not many people knew about what was under it but that isn't Gwen's secret to tell.

"Where are you from, then?"

[likedtheodds]

"Oh, you know, Camelot," he says off-hand, considering that he hadn't been in Camelot much and given the fact that he had been banished until only recently, it's not a place that he's thought of as home. "Caerleon is where I was born, but I was everywhere else after that. Anywhere that had a pub, really," he says, gesturing to his current surroundings.

[ffyddlon]

Camelot. It's someone who's actually from Camelot. Gwen remembers people falling through the rift from other times but she's never met a proper knight (she guesses he might be a knight) from Camelot before.

"Like, King Arthur and Queen Guinevere and all of that, then?"

[likedtheodds]

"Well, Prince Arthur and Guinevere," he clarifies, raising a brow. "Queen? I mean, I know I watched the two of them exchange a series of smoldering looks and it would explain why Guinevere had no interest in going out with me..." He trails off, flicking his hair back as he gets away from the point. "Anyway, it's silly. Let's talk about you. Tell me more about you."

[ffyddlon]

"Not much to tell," Gwen says, a little awkward at being put on the spot. "Used to be a PC for Cardiff and now I work for the government in a...different capacity."

She guesses she could tell him about Torchwood since he's not even from her own era but Gwen's still a little cautious about sharing too much. Hard habit to break.

[likedtheodds]

"PC?" Gwaine echoes, starting to grow more confused (as has become the usual when it comes to things from the future). "You're not just randomly throwing words together to try and dissuade me from talking to you, are you?" he asks, flashing her the brightest grin he can manage. "I wouldn't appreciate that very much, not at all."