It's been -- weeks? months? days? a single day repeated over and over? -- since Fakir last came to Milliways. The weather of Goldkronedorf has been sunny and indeterminately warm, except twice when ominous clouds hovered over the clock tower just for the sake of variety. Mr. Cat has led lessons on pointe technique and pas de deux and demonstrated
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Unfortunately, a busy waitrat causes her to nnnearly spill said curry onto--
"Oh, I'm sorry!"
(Nothing has actually spilled, but it was a scarily close call.)
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She points her spoon in the direction of her own bowl, for the waitrat's benefit. "This is what I got when I asked for it, anyway. I could have been more specific."
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Fortunately, the waitrat is experienced enough to know that Fakir wants whatever Ava has. He, she or it returns a minute or two later with a fresh tray.
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"You're already miles ahead of me," she says, "at, um ... probably whatever your age is, actually."
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