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[kitchen_maid]

When Amy comes into the bar this evening, she is carrying what are, if one wants to be technical, two marketing baskets -- the sort of sturdy, deep, oblong baskets intended for carrying home bread and cheese and vegetables from the market in Amber

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[bannion_sight]

"Amy, hello--"

Kim is beaming as she crosses the room.

"It's been a long time."

[bannion_sight]

"Oh," Kim says, gently. "Oh. I see."

"I'm glad he was able to help."

[kitchen_maid]

"So am I."

To this day.

Amy shakes her head, a little, as if clearing old memories, and then smiles.

"What have you been keeping yourself busy with, Kim?"

[bannion_sight]

"Settling in with my new practice, mostly," Kim tells her. "In Glastonbury. I don't know if that means anything to you...?"

[kitchen_maid]

"It's in England, in my world," Amy says, promptly. "Where King Arthur and Queen Guinivere are buried, and Joseph of Arimathea is said to have taken the Grail.

"I've never been, though I've heard the stories and the ballads. My parents' Court Poet wrote an absurdly long saga about the Grail. He rhymed it with everything from pale to quail to hay bale."