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It's one of those posts.

There's a spoilerific and mildly tipsy Desmond in a booth, sketching something that might be a snowglobe, only that's silly, right?

Another booth has a Hawkeye, with a glass of scotch and a newspaper from home -- it's amazing what Bar'll give you.

At a table by the noticeboard is Wes, copying English words from the various signs and seeing how much he can translate without checking the primer. (Answer: not many. Rose is watching from the next table over, smirking slightly at each mistake. It's great being able to read anything. Yay TARDIS!)

Ben's at the Bar with a chocolate milkshake -- that's not changed after three years, apparently. He's stealing occasional curious glances at an uneasy man nearby, though: Fi's wandered in wearing his off-duty clothes and without his brothers, but he figured he'd have a glass of fruit juice anyway. (And why not, eh?)

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Desmond looks up from his sketching with an amused grin.

"That so? I reckon I'm doing all right, sister." He glances at his bottle of Dharma rum on the table, then back at her. "Liquid bread, aye? No, wait, or is that beer?"

She chuckled again, setting down the plate of corncakes, drizzled with honey and still warm, "That would be beer, yes, what you've got is liquid mollasses, or liquid sugar, or something."

She shrugged then, settling herself into the opposite seat, making herself at home. It was just the sort of thing she did.

"Aye, something. A bottle o' rum an' the pirate's life for me," he adds in an ironic tone.

The corncakes are eyed, though. They look nice and they smell nice and, well, maybe he's a little hungry.

"I'm Desmond, by the way. Either from Scotland or that bloody island, take your pick."

She chuckled again, nudging the plate just a little closer, "Estsanatlehi, called Changing Woman and a lot of other titles too long and too numerous for a woman of my age."

She tilted her head then, "And they aren't the same thing? Scotland and 'that bloody island' that is."

Desmond happily takes this cue, putting his sketchpad and pencil down on the table and taking a cake. He's just tipsy enough not to care about taking food from strangers.

"Estsa-- y'know, I reckon I'll stick with Changing Woman if it's all right with you, sister. --these're good," he adds, swallowing a bit of the cake.

"Aye, s'pose that's one too," with an easy grin. "Different island, though. Different bloody ocean."

And if he's really that worried about taking food from strangers, they don't get much stranger than Ana.

She chuckled, nodding, "That works, and of course they're good, they're my specialty." She wasn't going to ask really about the move from one 'bloody island' to the other.

"A well-justified ego," Desmond says, though with his mouth full. Possibly this just adds extra emphasis though.

"Made these y'self then, aye? I've not had proper home-cooked food in three years. Knew I was missing out on something."

She laughed then, shaking her head, "I make many things out of cornmeal, corncakes are the least of it. Duck here was made of cornmeal at first."

She smiled more broadly, "Home-cooking is something everyone should have from time to time, just to remind them where home really is."

"Aye, well, not much of it at home and even less in the hatch."

Desmond finishes the last chunk of it -- turns out he was hungry after all, then.

He nods thoughtfully at that, and drifts off a little into his own head. But he says, "Too right. Helps if you know where that is though, to be sure."

She shrugged, "S'why I tend to bring it here, when I get the itch to cook." She smiled, "Always someone around here who needs it, often more than one."

"Sure it's appreciated, too," he says, still thoughtful.

Then he finally sits up a little straighter and flashes a quick grin before folding up his sketchpad and tucking his pencil into his shirt pocket.

"I'd better go -- boat won't sail the way I want it to itself. Nice meetin' you though, sister."

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