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Amy is in the bar, with ~~a proper entry post for the first time in days~~ tea and scones. She's trying to untangle the mess of thread that used to be her neatly organized sewing box.

Simon Perryvall, who came downstairs with her this evening, is not helping with that project very much. Of course, if he hadn't gotten into the workbox in the first place, it would still be neatly organized.

He is helping eat the scones, but he's a very small squirrel, and she's got rather a lot of scones.

Come talk to her? She'd welcome the excuse for a break, and will probably offer you a scone.

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Amy sets down the unsnarled yellow thread and lets the topic drop.

She takes a knot of four or five different colors and begins carefully separating them.

"Well, I never had much chance to meet people before I got here. And aside from Perry, I haven't met anyone else from my world here."

[ooc: Of course! Good night!]

"What do you do when you're not here?"

"At home," she says, using a needle to pry apart some very oddly knotted threads, "I'm a princess. And after I ran away from home, I was a kitchen maid for a while. What did you do? In New York?"

"A princess? Cool."
...Yeah, Angel's been in the bar for a while.
"Nothing much, really. Was a musician, mostly, and I kept my friends from losing their minds entirely. Still not sure exactly how I managed that one."

Amy vastly prefers that reaction to any stammering and sudden uses of "your highess," really.

"Every group seems to need someone to keep the rest sane. Do you play an instrument, or sing, or . . .?"

Angel grins. "Drummer. Went to school for it for a while, but... that didn't end so well. Dropped out before it killed any musical urge I had.
"Why'd you run away, if you don't mind my asking?"

Amy smiles. "I didn't want to get married. My parents and I had very different ideas on that, so I ran away."

She looks at him.

"You can go to school to study playing the drums in your world?"

"Fair enough. No sense in doing something you don't want to, especially when it gets to be as life-altering as marriage.
"And you can go to school for just about anything in my world, really. My problem was more like they wanted me to do about seven other things at the same time, and all I wanted to do was hit things."

"They wanted to you to do seven other things while you were playing the drums, or while you were at school?"

She's no idea how anyone would manage the former.

Houston, we have a gigglefit.
"While I was in school. I think the first option's categorically impossible, but it does make for an amusing mental image."

"I suppose it depends on what the other seven things are," says Amy, giggling herself a bit. A moment, and then, "No, probably not. One or two things, perhaps, but not seven."

"Your hands are too full. I should know. Anyway, dropped out of school, which my parents weren't too thrilled about, partly because they'd been covering part of the tuition. And mostly, I think they thought I was wasting my potential and didn't listen when I said that wasn't it."
Angel shrugs. Parents are weird.

"I like to think that parents mean well," says Amy, "even when they get it wrong."

Hers do, at any rate.

"But you really do have to make some decisions for yourself."

"I'm inclined to think if my parents hadn't meant well, they would've objected to something well before I dropped out of college."
Not like they didn't have a few opportunities.

Amy looks up from the thread, curious. "Anything in particular, or just something in general?"

"Couple of things in particular, I guess."
Ah, obtuseness. Seems Angel's waiting for Amy to take a guess at that gender thing before going into detail.

"So long as they had your best interests at heart," she says.

It may be a very long wait. She's now assumed that whatever it is, Angel simply doesn't want to talk about it.

"My mother objected to ever so many things. Like my having freckles."

"Usually they did, I'll give them that. And their possible grounds for objections were... somewhat larger issues than freckles. I'm probably lucky they only picked up on one of the three."

"Then I'd say you were very fortunate," says Amy, "in your parents."

She breaks a piece off a scone and hands it to Simon Perryvall to keep him away from the newly straightened thread.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Got a couple of sisters."

(OOC: Actually, Angel refuses to tell me whether he has any biological siblings, which is part of why this tag took so long. He's referring to his Millifamily, since they're apparently the more important one at the moment. XD)

"I have six," says Amy, "which is more than enough for anyone, and all older than I am. And one brother, who adopted me here."

[ooc: Sometimes they just like to keep secrets. And Amy generally considers her adopted brother vastly more important than her sisters, so no worries.]

"I mainly consider most of my really good friends to be my family. Sorta drifted away from the biological contingent after the school incident." Or before, in the case of relatives who were... not so understanding as Angel's parents.
"And since family tends to be what you make it, I've stuck with that."

"I'm certainly much closer to my brother than to any of my sisters," says Amy with a nod. "Besides, it makes sense that you should get to choose the most important people in your life."

"That it does."

[ooc: Good place to fade?]

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