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Ray was in the Bar for a while earlier today, but headed upstairs for a while. For whatever reason, he's back now, with dinner, his qigong book, and a seat near the fire.

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Ray looks up and smiles. "Hi, Liz. I'm guessing someone got a ticket to England, by the look on your face?"

Her smile dims a little. "It's a process."

"Hey, better than nothing." He pats the couch beside him. "Sit, sit. How's it going otherwise?"

"I'm nearly ready to hang my boss out the window by his ears," she says, as she sits, "but, otherwise, dandy. You?"

"Still here, for Danny's sake," Ray says. "But engaged to be married, so that's a step up from last time."

"Congratulations! To whom?"

Why is everyone getting married except her? Although that's pretty much a good thing.

"Her name's Romana. I traveled with her for about six months some time ago, seeing historical sites and doing all kinds of field research together." He grins. "Although that's kind of an inadequate way to describe it, it's probably the simplest."

"Does she come here?"

Language is always inadequate to describe love. Mike based one of the stories in Caliban in the Coal Mine on them, and it just never was enough.

Ray grins. "This is where I met her. She's not in as often as some people, but yeah, she's in and out pretty regularly."

"Perhaps you'll introduce us. If you have the wedding here, do let me know -- if I'm not in England, I'll try to take some wedding photographs for you."

The offer is genuine. Take it. It's rare.

((OOC: And my meds are kicking in -- slowtime or fade okay? So sorry!))

Ray smiles. "Sure thing. I'll tell her you made the offer next time she's here."

(( OOC: Fade's okay. Feel better! ))

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