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Happy Hour...of the future!!!!

Once upon a time in the magical world of Milliways, Kaylee and Eddie Dean were having a conversation. Kaylee said wistfully that she'd always wanted to try bartending, only...mechanic, and lack of time. Well, says Eddie, How about you take a shift and see what it's like?

So. Cookies have been dropped off at the Dean residence as a way of saying thanks; the Black Books of Bartending Lore under Bar have been perused (on Eddie's advice), a few specials have been chalked up on the board:

Specials:

Wooly Mitten
Pink Cello
Tangerine Dream
New Canaan brandy

And Kaylee is leaning on Bar, looking eager and adorable. You know how it is. Sometimes you just want to duct-tape her mouth and drop her in the hold for a month.

"Hey, folks. Happy Hour's open. What'll you have?"

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"No, no, sweetheart...thank god he's not here. Don't think I could take any more family revelations." Mordred shudders, and then glances at her.

"Though you are far prettier. New Canaan brandy sounds interesting."

There's a smile that's borderline -- borderline -- flirtatious. "Xiexie." Beat. "It's from my 'verse -- pretty good stuff. You want to try it?"

Further pause.

"...and can I ask about the whole family revelation thing? I mean, if not, that's fine -- just a little curious, is all."

"Sure. And, well. My name is Mordred, you see. Bastard son of King Arthur, the villian in most stories. In Eddie's world, the Mordred there had a great-great-great you get the picture nephew, who turned into a spider and ate people. I don't know why, as I think a wolf or a dragon would both be more practical and not let the rest of the family down. So, I'm both very disappointed in Eddie's Mordred, and also...I really don't want to hear anymore. It hurts my head, just a little."

Kaylee blinks.

"...well, damn. I. Yeah."

"A spider?"

Gloomily,

"A spider. I mean, a dragon makes sense...you know, Pendragon, pen dragon, but a spider? Will never make any sense."

"Well...they're...they both got scales? Kind of? Maybe?"

This is very lame. Very, very lame.

"...possibly. But then you have all those...legs to deal with."

Now there is careful consideration. "How many legs does a dragon have?"

"Four. Wyverns have two, but they aren't exactly dragons."

"So what are they?"

You learn something new every day.

"Same family, but the smaller country cousins." He grins.

"I bet they're cute. Are they?" Perhaps a bit too hopefully.

Simon had better watch out. New pet!

"When they were kits, cute as buttons. Then they grow up, and start eating cows."

"...okay not so much with the me havin' one for a pet then."

He considers.

"Could ask someone for a little one. I'm sure some of the northern ones are smaller."

"Yeah, but then there's the whole problem of how to get it...and 'sides, they -- are they fluffy?"

"Scales, except for the wings, which are more like leather."

"Oh." Kaylee looks distinctly disappointed. "Guess I'll just keep lobbyin' for a kitten, then."

Mordred grins.

"Probably for the best, miss." Funny how in a conversation about dragons she's progressed from 'sweetheart' to 'miss'.

"Probably," Kaylee agrees. And holds up her left hand. "Mrs." Grinning. "But -- just Kaylee. Standin' on ceremony gets kind of old after a while."

"Just Kaylee then. And I, like I said, am Mordred. Mordred Ambrosius."

"Good to meet you." Beat. "I kind of heard about you, too." Grinning a little. It's kind of awkward.

The stories don't always line up. And he seems nice.

"Yeah, I thought so. Most people have." He shrugs. "I had reasons for going against my father - most of them actually had a lot to do with trying to avoid getting people killed. A bit more complicated then that, considering he tried to kill me as a baby, but..." He shrugs.

"Two sides to every story," Kaylee says. "And...judgin' folks in here ain't exactly the smartest thing to do, you know?"

"Not really. Still, nice talkin' to you, Kaylee."

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