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[empath_wiggin]

Look. It's a Val. In the bar. She's in her usual working attire, her hair tied up on her head. She gets her tray and sits down on a stool singing to herself:

Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book

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[desert_worm]

Look, it's a Luke. Grinning. "Evening. What's that song? It's nice."

[empath_wiggin]

Val laughs a bit. "Um, it's called 'Paperback Writer'. Just me singing randomly, I guess." She grins at him. "How's you?"

[desert_worm]

"I'm doing pretty good. Been exploring the woods a little. They're a little creepy, but I've seen worse." He leans over for a quick kiss. "How about you? Done anything fun lately?"

[empath_wiggin]

"Um. Not really especially, I guess." She shrugs. "Talked to someone who blathered science at me that I think I understood, gave a milkshake to a two-year-old." She shrugs. "Oh, and Bar seems to have given us a box."

[timsbooks]

*Tim is floting indian style above a table.*

You're weird.

[empath_wiggin]

"... So says the man floating above a table. Why, pray tell, dear wizard Tim, am I so wierd?" She snickers a bit.

[timsbooks]

You, Val Wiggin, are singing a song that invokes Orson Scott Card, and you do not know why that is weird?

*Tim is vastly amused.*

[empath_wiggin]

"I know why this is wierd. I was just wondering if you knew why it was wierd." Her eyes twinkle. "I've read Ender's Game, you know." A shrug. "I've heard there's more, but I haven't actually got my hands on them yet."