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Slayer inna bar, with coffee and food.

Headphones are in evidence, but no books, this time, Antarian or otherwise.

Conversation welcome.

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And there is a Fred! Nearby! Wearing an expression that is rather relieved, if still slightly exhausted from having worried for nearly a week straight.

"Faith, hey!"

"Fred!" Faith smiles at her. "Hey. Heard back from Wesley yet?"

"Yes, thank everything that passes for a god in this place." Fred says, pausing to flop rather gracelessly into the nearest chair. She had a feeling that this conversation was going to require sitting down.

"He came back."

...

"Through the door. Which he exited. On purpose."

Faith...blinks.

And stares.

And blinks some more.

"...oh for the love of little green apples."

"...yeah. That was pretty much my reaction." Fred replies.

"Except there may have been yelling. Just a little."

"Is he okay? I mean, is he in one piece, so I can hit him without guilt?"

"Fine, as far as he's telling me." Fred says, with a sigh.

"He wasn't hurt, and I haven't gotten up the courage yet to ask about any of the rest of it. All he told me was that he went to one of the Death Realms -- and wait for it, 'cause it gets better -- for a book. A book of great importance, apparently, but still. A BOOK."

Faith.......stares.

"....you know? If it was anybody but Wes - or possibly Giles - I might be surprised by that. Did he tell you what book it was? Because knowing him it's a copy of 'The Little Engine That Could' translated into Sumerian."

Fred shakes her head.

"He told me what it was, and I listened, really, but I was kind of busy being furious. Something dangerous, he said. Too dangerous to be left where it was, which makes me worry a little bit about bringing it here, to be honest."

"...oh. Well. At least here places like Wolfram and Hart can't reach it."

Except that...Lilah was here, once.

"Maybe."

Lilah was here more recently than Faith probably realizes, but Fred doesn't know that. Few people do. So it sounds like a reasonable enough assumption, or at least one that Fred wants to believe enough to agree.

"I hope not, anyway. Though sometimes I wonder if there aren't worse things here than even Wolfram and Hart could dream up."

Fred's had a run in with one or two such things, and though she hasn't yet ever fully recognized them for what they were, she isn't oblivious.

"But I trust Wesley's judgment. If he says it's that important, and he really thinks it needed to be here, well... all I can do is wish he'd told somebody first."

"Yeah. Does that mean you don't want me to yell at him? I mean, being yelled at by a Slayer is usually pretty effective...though not as effective as being yelled at by a girlfriend, I must admit."

"Oh hell no. Yell all you want." Fred says, with an almost uncharacterisically wicked grin.

"Just because I've forgiven him doesn't mean I think he should get away with making me worry that easily."

"....oh, excellent."

Faith giggles.

"Can I crush metal while I'm yelling? Really drive the point home?"

"All I ask is that you send him back to me in one piece." Fred replies, giggling as well.

Wesley may just end up being glad he's already dead.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't break him. Well, not physically."

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