There is avoidance and there is hiding. Rachel refuses to admit to ever doing the latter, and only ever reluctantly admits to the former. So it's less than a week of total absence from the bar before she's in it again
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She takes just a moment to look him over before nodding. Rachel's seen weirder creatures in and out of bar, though it never stops being jarring at first glance.
"Lots of bubbles," she agrees with a nod, pulling a glass over. "And pretty sweet, usually. You have something in mind?"
Oh hey! It's the girl that totally helped in the bar fight!
Rachel smiles at her and nods, pulling a glass over and tossing a few stem-less cherries into the bottom. "Sure," she says with a nod, dumping ice on top of that. "You were in that fight a few days ago, right?"
Well, this was strange. The last time she was here, the door appeared from her garden. This time the door appeared right as she was entering into her chambers.
Oh well, she enjoyed her time here last and maybe she could find someone her who could teach her a new card game.
Picking up her skirts, Anne navigated over to the bar, a deck of playing cards in her free hand, intending to buy some ale. As 'clean' as the waitrats appeared, she felt better ordering from a human.
"What is 'soda'?" She asked, looking at the specials bored but addressing the young lady behind it. She'd heard of 'baking soda', but she couldn't see how it could be a drink.
The grin grew a bit brighter wider when she saw the young lady's reaction: having arrived in England with only a little knowledge of English, Anne had been quick to learn how to read faces. Taken with the memory of her time as Queen of England and how the other ladies considered her gowns 'strange' it was rather flattering.
"Well," Her accent clearly german. "I was going to ask from some ale, but I love trying new things. I may have a little soda, just to try it."
"I can get you that, too, if you want it," Rachel points out, but she's already reaching for a small glass with some ice. First time soda-drinker, she's going with Coke.
Glancing at the woman's dress again, she grabs a small plate that could work as a saucer, sets the glass on top, and slides it over. "Here you go. It's Coke - Coca Cola."
"Oh, sure," says Ellen. "Quantum's pretty rare, though. I don't drink it, it's too dangerous. Makes good explosives, though. And I found the formula for Clear in the old factory ruins, but I don't know if it would've worked."
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He smiles and his hooves tap as he walks to the Bar, some dried mud from the orchards ending up on the floor, "Soda is a bubbly drink, I believe?"
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"Lots of bubbles," she agrees with a nod, pulling a glass over. "And pretty sweet, usually. You have something in mind?"
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Tumnus has become used to a few odd looking in Milliways, so few worlds have fauns in them.
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"Does Coke with Cherries count?"
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Rachel smiles at her and nods, pulling a glass over and tossing a few stem-less cherries into the bottom. "Sure," she says with a nod, dumping ice on top of that. "You were in that fight a few days ago, right?"
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"Yeah, I'm the one that was flinging chairs with magic after having odd affections."
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Oh well, she enjoyed her time here last and maybe she could find someone her who could teach her a new card game.
Picking up her skirts, Anne navigated over to the bar, a deck of playing cards in her free hand, intending to buy some ale. As 'clean' as the waitrats appeared, she felt better ordering from a human.
"What is 'soda'?" She asked, looking at the specials bored but addressing the young lady behind it. She'd heard of 'baking soda', but she couldn't see how it could be a drink.
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"It's a cold bubbly drink," she says, wiping Mountain Dew off the countertop. "Usually pretty sweet. Can I get you something?"
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"Well," Her accent clearly german. "I was going to ask from some ale, but I love trying new things. I may have a little soda, just to try it."
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Glancing at the woman's dress again, she grabs a small plate that could work as a saucer, sets the glass on top, and slides it over. "Here you go. It's Coke - Coca Cola."
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"Is this a drink or an explosive?"
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Truly, the work of a bartender is fearsome.
"How's it going?"
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"Good thank-you," says Ako before she takes a small drink. "I ran into Bobby-san a little while ago."
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Clarification is necessary sometimes.
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