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Sara's inna bar. She's stolen one of Grissom's crossword puzzles and is working on it with limited success. She would welcome interruptions.

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"No, it's okay," she says with an apologetic grin. "I actually didn't know that answer, or the majority of these for that matter. It's just a source of competition between myself and my supervisor. Which I'll gracefully lose this time around."

She snags the jelly babies. "But I won't say no to candy."

Romana looks thoughtful as she chews a blue jelly baby. "Well, you needn't tell him I helped you. What would you tell him anyway? A Time Lord from Gallifrey gave you the answers? You'd be committed."

"Help yourself. I have a ridiculous amount of these things."

"I'm waiting to see how long it takes for him to notice I stole his puzzle book," she says with a grin. "He doesn't need to know where I get my answers."

Eating a few, Sara smiles again. She turns to the bar, requesting a bottle of water. Bad thing about candy--always makes a body thirsty.

Romana examines the puzzlebook. "Maybe I should get some of these for longer expeditions into space. It gets so terribly dull."

Romana orders some Atlantean wine.

"They do pass the time. Another thing that's great for that is a Rubik's cube. Assuming, of course, that you don't punt it down the hall in frustration." Sara's tone states that she has never done such a thing. Ever.

"I'm rather bored with the Rubik's cube."

Romana might have a long time ago but she has since perfected the art of Rubik's. Not that Time Lords ever get bored. Dum de doo.

The thought of a Time Lord becoming bored is only slightly less terrifying than the thought of a god becoming bored.

Sara smiles wryly. "Once I learned to remove the pieces, I became bored with it too."

And if Romana's already bored at age 200something...

She chuckles.

"Hm. Have you ever considered time travelling, Sara?"

Sara looks a bit startled at that. "Theoretically or actually doing it? I would be too terrified of screwing something up and destroying the future as it is known."

Romana chuckles. "I doubt it."

"And I mean actually doing it. I'm trying to find suitable travelling companions for various explorations I mean to conduct, you see."

She tilts her head. "I can't really make an informed decision based on just that, Romana. Tell me when, where, what time period, what the culture is like. Things like that."

Romana thinks. "Hm. Well, generally I let the TARDIS pick. Is there any point in history you'd care to go to? Victorian London is always great fun."

She shakes her head wryly. "Knowing me, I'd be tried as a heretic no matter where I wound up. I'm not adept at keeping my mouth shut, even when I really really should."

"What about the 30th century? The slang can be tricky but the food is wonderful."

"Hmmm....sounds like a possibility."

"Great. And don't worry. The best part of exploring is discovering new things. Time's relative and always changing so...exact definitions or descriptions vary constantly."

"I'll keep that in mind. Let me know when the trip is on." Sara grins. "I'll have to make sure I'm not scheduled to work or anything in case we don't make it back quite when we intend to."

"All right."

She chuckles though. "Don't worry about scheduling. The beauty of time-travel is we can leave on a certain day and still return on it."

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