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Anthy's at a window table, slowly draining a mug of Darjeeling tea. She has a boiled egg in a cup in front of her, as yet untouched.

Her biological functions are none of your business.

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Well, if she doesn't mention it...

Carefully, "I'm... fine. Just had a weird couple of weeks."

Not that that's uncommon here.

"A weird couple of weeks?"

. . . No, not really. It's a paradox. Fried.

He shrugs slightly, and says "I went through the door and didn't... end up home, and it just took a while to get back."

His tone suggests this is on par with the bar had mixing up his order.

"Oh dear," says Anthy, in a similar tone. "How inconvenient. Where did you end up?"

"A forest."

Pause.

"Somewhere."

(Do you know the rules of the forest?)

She pauses.

"A forest?"

"Yeah..." he says, looking at her for a moment before considering what else to say to describe it.

"I don't think... it was in my world. But it was just... a large forest, for a while."

Anthy's watching him intently, now.

"Only for a while?"

Giant stone roses? Spiralling staircases?

Just creepishly friendly wolves and a notable lack of rampaging elephants.

"It was... I don't really remember, I stopped keeping track. I just... found a town eventually. And one of the doors led back here."

Anthy is crushed. Crushed! But not trampled.

"Oh," she says, and blinks. "That's odd. But you're all right?"

"Yeah. Just not sure if I'll try to leave again... soon."

She nods.

And sips her tea, and watches the door.

Anthy leaves such mundane tasks as steering the conversation to other people.

Um.

"Have you been out... recently?"

"Out -- the front door?"

Beat.

"Out of the bar."

"Yes, I . . . have a job," she says, after a moment. "Outside the bar."

"So, most days I do leave."

He nods vaguely.

"The door works ... right for you, then."

Behrooz is good at deduction.

"Sometimes it squeaks when I open it," she says earnestly. "I think the rain can make it rusty."

Um. He just nods again.

"I guess it could," he agrees quietly, "Has it been... raining a lot in your world?"

Oh dear. The weather.

She pauses.

Thoughtfully: "No, not really."

"Oh."

Pause.

So.

"Have you been... gardening recently?"

"I've been looking after the roses," she says readily, "but . . . it's winter, so they don't require as much care."

"It's cold outside, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It is here. I guess it's... not going to be winter... soon, though."

There's a pause while Anthy parses that.

"Yes, spring is coming," she says, brightening. "Isn't it?"

"I guess in a month or so," he says, not showing much enthusiasm either way. "It'll get better out there. At least, not as cold."

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