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[dear_of_heart]

Cora wanders into the bar absentmindedly, her hair starting to escape its braid and a large smudge of chalk on her cheek.

She fetches the cumbersome Ducks and Dictators: The History of the Ruling Class of Zenaflp 913 from the library, and orders some tea from a passing waitrat before going to sit down by the fire (though she pauses, a moment, when

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[witchy_rebel]

"It happens like that," Morgan says in her soft, lilting voice. "I remember, from before. Croweded at this time. You have to come later or earlier to get a seat."

[dear_of_heart]

"I've never seen it this busy before," Cora replies, with a small smile, "but I am not here very often, truthfully."

[witchy_rebel]

"I used to live here, years ago." And she smiles back.

[dear_of_heart]

"Oh! It seems like many people do that," she says, before remembering.

"I'm Cora, from Narnia, before I forget. It is very nice to meet you."

[shall_go_free]

"Are you a fellow book-lover, or are you merely opening this one to pass the time?"

Xas' tone is friendly, but polite, and while he's looking over her shoulder, he's hardly looming.

[dear_of_heart]

Cora looks up, startled from her reading (...a fact that the King Kwrk the 75th...), before smiling. "A bit of both, really. This is the only place that I know that has so many books, you see, though this one is rather strange."

[shall_go_free]

"Strange in terms of story, or--is it one from a world that isn't yours?"

[dear_of_heart]

"It's a history book," she says, showing him the cover, helpfully, "and I'm fairly sure Zee-na-flip nine-hundred-and-thirteen isn't anywhere near Narnia."