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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen's finished up with Mikey's drywall project, at least as far as she's able, and left him a note to that effect. She's also completed her other projects, for the most part, and so when she comes downstairs today she has several bundles with her. "I'm told that objects can be deposited here for their owners to claim," she says. "These are for Mr

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[grumpyseer]

At the next table over sits a man in his early thirties, apparently Caucasian, with light brown hair and green eyes, wearing a green shirt, grey trousers, and pince-nez glasses. He's sipping a glass of something amber-colored and reading a hardbound book that's old, large, and heavy enough to qualify as a 'tome.'

Ellen may or may not be able to see the cane propped up against the edge of the table, or the carved wooden prosthetic where his left leg should be.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The cane, yes, the leg, no. And she's looking more at the book, anyway. They just did not have books like that in the Vault; pre-War books didn't even come in that size, so far as she knows. Or that quality, either.

She'll remember that she's staring soon enough.

[grumpyseer]

As he turns the page, his eyes slide over to Ellen.

"Can I help you?"

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"I- I'm sorry, sir." Ellen ducks her head. "I was just looking at your book, there. That's older than just about anything I've seen."

[foremanjunkyard]

Susan is sitting a few stools down, pondering what she should do next, when the transaction takes place.

She watches in fascination as Bar exchanges Ellen's goods and replaces them. Curiosity takes control of her feet and she moves a few seats closer watching the scene unfold.

She speaks to Ellen but doesn't immediately take her sight off of the bar in front of Ellen. She's hoping to see something happen again. "This must be part of the sentience I was told about. Fascinating."

She turns to face Ellen and speaks. "Was it previously made aware of what to give you in exchange for your items? Sorry for my rudeness, I'm Susan." she offers her hand in greeting.

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"Oh- these weren't provided by whatever's controlling the Bar," Ellen says, looking up. "They were left for me specifically, by the people whose needlework I've been doing. And it's nice to meet you. I'm Ellen." She shakes the offered hand with a smile.

[foremanjunkyard]

"Simply amazing." she says running a hand over the bar.

"Never did find the time to needlework properly. Not high on Grandfathers list. Guess he supposed I'd pick it up when I needed it." She remarks smiling. "Did you learn from your mother?"

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"I'm afraid not. Mom died when I was born," Ellen says quietly. "Pretty much everyone in the Vault learns to sew very early on, though. 'Use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without'- it's part of making things do, being able to repair your own clothes."