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*Willow wanders over with her drink*

Hi.

Ace looks up from her note-making and smiles - she really is a friendly creature, despite the reputation.

Really.

"Hullo. Don't believe we've met. M'Ace, how do." She offers a hand towards the stranger.

*Willow takes the hand and shakes it*

Willow. Willow Rosenberg. We haven't.

"Are y'new here then, or have I just not seen y'before due to the crowds? Y'd think after a year I'd get used t'the idea that I'll never know everyone here."

A year and quite a bit, but that's details.

No, I've been here for...

*She does the math in her head. Dawn was...and now she's...*

A year and a half. But mostly I'm not here, because of work. My fiancee's here though.

"Well, congrats then, t'you an' your intended." Just because she didn't have the greatest go of it, doesn't mean she doesn't think marriage is a fine and wonderful thing. "Another Milliways couple, or did y'know each other outside the bar?"

Thank you.

Uh, we've known each other for a long time. But...

*She looks dejected*

She died. In the real-...In my world, she got shot. But she's here.

*Her face lights up completely*

She's here and we're going to get married.

Whoa mood swings. Ace notes this and files it away somewhere, still smiling.
"Well, good on you. Sometimes that trick of the dead showin' up does some pretty nifty things." Like letting her get to know a girl with shining blond hair, a young man with a horrendous laugh, and another young man as gentle as summer and fierce as a hawk.

It's incredible. I tried to keep her from dying, but I wasn't strong enough. It was my fault she died. I don't know why she doen't blame me.

Ace raises an eyebrow, curious.
"Does it matter? Honestly?" It is a very good question to ask, sometimes.

*Willow smiles*

It matters. And we'll have to talk about it. Forgetting isn't the answer.

*She remembers what happened the last time she did the forgetting thing*

The other eyebrow rises to join the first.
"Who said anything about forgetting?" She most certainly hadn't. 'Forgive and forget', in her opinion, is a very misleading and treacherous statement to live by.

Well, if it matters, we'll have to address it. Otherwise, we would have to forget it.

She blinks, once, slowly.

"Not really, no." Ace has never lived in a two-choice world.

How would you handle it?

"Forgivin' and rememberin'. Peace and non-repeating, all in a nice, sane package." And that's just one of the very many options Ace can think of.

That sounds...sensible. I'm not very sensible about Tara most of the time...

"Y'don't say?" Gee. This sounds familiar. Ace vaguely wonders if she should start a betting pool before deciding that it probably would fall under the 'no business' rule. Ah well.

I love her so much. I have for...almost as long as I've known her.

"Love is, as most of the poets claim, a very fine thing." She doesn't state her opinion, however, on how much that has to do with a stable and worthwhile relationship. After all, she only met the woman a few minutes ago.

*Stable? Pfft.*

I think many-splendoured is the term. It fits.

"Suppose it is, 'ccordin' to one bloke." She also doesn't comment on how well she thinks it fits.

Or what, in particular, the colors are.

Black is one.

*She tilts her head to the side*

You're not saying everything you're thinking.

"M'not much of a stream-of-consciousness person. Too much subtext." Ace agrees, breezily.

Subtext is hard.

*She nods*

Except in Shakespeare where it's everywhere...