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[likesthecoat]

Ianto is in a simple mood.

TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Martinis
vodka
burnt
dirty
absinthe
chocolate
etc.

COFFEE
any way you like it

One teaboy, ready to serve you.

Comments

[chronodisplaced]

One teenager (firmly sixteen. black shirt, cuffed jeans, and blue knit cap) sits at the bar and folds her hands over the counter top, and orders:

"May I have one café au lait, please?"

[chronodisplaced]

"I've read H.G. Wells. And Asimov. I don't think I've heard anyone else mention here in the bar."

She blinks, eyes wide and curious.

"Do you know anyone with a time-traveling gadget here that I can talk to? I have so many questions."

[likesthecoat]

"Not in the bar at the moment. If my boss ever has time to come back in again I could send him your way--he used to travel through time a great deal."

[chronodisplaced]

"All right," she nods, "that would be fine."

And looks very thoughtful.

She shrugs it off and continues to eat her biscotti.

[likesthecoat]

"Ace!" he says suddenly. "There's Ace. She's usually got a dog with her called Magic.

"She's traveled through time. With a box. I haven't seen her for a while but she used to be around a great deal."

[chronodisplaced]

"Ace. With a dog and time-traveling box," she is grinning.

It only sounds ridiculous, but it's Milliways -- it's real.

[likesthecoat]

"She likes explosions," he adds helpfully.

[chronodisplaced]

"Should be very easy to find."

She ducks her head, laughing.

"Thank you for helping me," she says as she reaches for her book again.

Alba will make very sure to tip well.

[likesthecoat]

"You're welcome."

He leaves her to her book.