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Lawrence is people-watching again.

He's also casually working with his maps.

Mr. Universe doesn't notice him yet, though the maps will certainly be a cause of curiosity when he does.

Scribble, scribble.

He is currently shading an ocean in. He pauses a moment to nibble on the end of the pen thoughtfully.

Still not, sadly.

He gets absorbed in things.

As does Lawrence. Eventually, though, he needs a drink.

So he stands up and walks lazily to the bar, grabs a drink, and sits back down.

Yep. a

He happened to pass close by Mr. Universe's table just as he glanced sideways to pick up his drink, though, and gets a vaguely distracted nod.

Lawrence blinks just a tad and gives a distinctly less distracted wave back.

"Good evening."

"Hey."

He inclines his head curiously.

"Where are you from?"

"A little moon called Jethro", Mr. Universe answers, giving more attention to Lawrence. "Or that was home before I came here, anyway. You?"

"Arabia. I suppose I should specify .. Earth, 1919?"

This is most strange a way to introduce oneself, but there you have it.

"Wow, that's... quite a ways back. I'm from 2519."

"...oh my."

He rubs his jawline, puzzled. "That is a ways forward, I would say."

"Yeah, I guess that would be the way you'd see it", he agrees.

He licks his lips.

"You seem as if you should be from one of the desert areas. Is your planet a desert, young man?"

"Desert? No, the desert planets are mostly out on the Rim. My little rock was just that. Except the buildings."

"Ah, how strange. Is it odd, living on a moon?" A curious tilt of his head.

"Not really." He shrugs. "A lot of people do. No different than living on a planet, when you get right down to it."

"Except for the fact that you are the one rotating around the planet."

"Yeah, but it's not like you really notice that, most of the time."

Especially when you never go outside.

"..except when you look up?"

He arches a brow.

"You can't see the sky from inside."

"...you don't go outside, then."

"I do sometimes", he says defensively. He's lying. "I just... get very busy."

A small blink.

"I understand. But how can you not ... outside. It is very important."