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Miho, back of a booth, with a shamisen, provided by Bar in answer to a request for something to keep her entertained. She's currently tuning it to her voice, singing soft nonsense just for the sound. Eventually, she might play. Pehaps.

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Miho blinks.

"What?"

"Nothing."

She looks up again.

"I'm accepting your explanation."

Miho shrugs, and it's not an uncaring gesture, it's a helpless one.

"If there's anything else, I don't know what it is." That doesn't mean that there isn't anything else bothering her. Just that she doesn't know what it is.

"I know a decent shrink," she says with a wry smile.

"Right." Now it's Miho's tun to sound flat.

"I don't need a head doctor. I need a hug. Can I have a hug?"

Goldy's eyes blink into wide doey shapes. She looks thoroughly ashamed at her insensitivity, and a little surprised, to be fair.

"Of course, Sweetness. Of course."

She slides along the seat and moves to sit next to Miho, wrapping her amrs around the little assassin.

"Thanks," says Miho snuggling into her arms, and resting her head on Goldy's shoulder.

"Don't mind me, I'm just. . . grumpy. But hugs always make it better."

She presses a kiss to the side of the blonde's neck.

"'Specially hugs from you."

"Mmmm. Happy to oblige."

"Your door will open soon enough, dear. And we'll be ready when it does."

Miho nods.

"Not far off, now. I should stop waiting for the door, and just make plans, really, I guess. Who and how and what with. . ."

"Maybe. Best to be prepared, then we can act immediately."

"Exactly," she nods, black hair shifting across the blonde's shoulder.

"I should really let you know what we'll be up against in detail, shouldn't I?"

She gives a little chuckle.

"That would help. Yes. But you can wait until you've picked the team and brief us all together if you like."

"If you'd rather," she says, winding her arms around Goldy, and squeezing.

"I'm a nuisance, huh?"

"The best kind," she says, kissing Miho's temple.

Miho smiles, pulling away a little.

"Maybe I could manage food, you know."

Goldy breaks into a happy grin.

"Good. How does lasagna sound?"

"Italian?"

Beat.

"Tempting."

"Alright then."

With a nod to the ever-attentive Tashka, the order is taken off to be filled. Goldy brings her guns to this side of the table and starts to apply tiny amounts of oil to each of them.

"Oh," she says suddenly, "guess what?"

Miho blinks.

"I don't know." So she comes out with the first thing to enter her mind. "We're all actually figments of someone's imagination?" She pauses. "Hang on. You are anyway. . . I don't know."

"Heh. No. Well, maybe... whatever."

Miho gets an absent swat for confusing her.

"Hot Lips got a job offer."

Goldy gets a poke for the swat, not that Miho had minded particularly.

"Oh? Doing what?"

"Being part of tarot. Queen of Swords, to be exact."

"Part of. . ." Miho frowns. "A card?"

She makes a face.

"The figure represented on the card, I guess."

"Sounds bizarre."

She frowns again.

"Sort of like the way there are lots of versions of your story, but only one of you?"