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Some time after being told that the grandnephew and namesake of a version of him turned into a spider and ate people, Mordred's sitting at his normal table.

Sharpening his sword.

It's making him feel somewhat better.

Fucking Milliways.

[~~ooc: lunch calls, will be back soon.~~ Back!]

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Indeed. *She swallows and tugs on her hair.* I can't imagine not knowing my brother. Do you think she'll go back? Really?

"Yes. She loves that place, Alanna." Her real name, not his somewhat mocking 'lady'. "If nothing else, you couldn't keep her away from Tintagel if you killed her. But it's...Britain's home. And nice as this place, it's not that."

He glances up, and half-glares at the door.

"Course, I'm just as effectively Bound as she is, so neither of us are seeing home anyimte soon."

*An odd look crosses Alanna's face as he speaks, and it has nothing to do with his use of her name.*

I understand. It's something I've been dealing with myself. Tortall. Home.

*Her eyes drift to the door as well.*

Perhaps not, but there are other worlds to explore. If you ever get hungry for court life, we could take a short trip to Corus. *She wrinkles her nose.* Are you bored here, Mordred?

He chokes, and then laughs.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? I'm used to being a prince, with things to do aside from drink. It's like, an endless fucking winter."

Pause,

"Why'd you ask?"

You're good with a sword. *She gestures to his blade.* I know that from first hand experience.

I think we'll be hiring again soon. You should interview, I think. It would give you some sort of purpose, at least.

Faintly,

"I beg your pardon?"

Security, Mordred. I'm head of security now, and I'm thinking about hiring some people, pending Bernard's approval, of course. Why not? You have the skills. Why not use them?

He leans back in his chair, looking at with his oddly sharp golden eyes.

"...you must be really desperate, lady. Not to mention you are going to give your boyfriend a heartattack."

*She smiles.* Well that's certainly not something I want to do. It was just a suggestion, Mordred. I'm not saying I'd hire you.

*That almost sounded like a challenge, didn't it?*

It's something to think about, at any rate. Didn't you want something else to give you a headache?

*She winks, standing and sheathing her blade.*

I should be on my way. Um, if I see anyone mutate into a spider and try to eat a patron, I'll be sure to let you know.

Sourly,

"Yeah, thanks, lady. Well, you suggested it. Maybe I will show up. Need to start trying to pay my tab off somehow, anyway."

*She grins and walks away, calling over her shoulder.*

Good night, Mordred.

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