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[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks: Dale Cooper isn't above a little minor subterfuge. And neither is Audrey Horne.]

Cooper sticks his head into the bar, and follows it. There's a copy of the Twin Peaks Gazette under his arm.

When he settles at the bar and unfolds it, the lead story is about a -- get this -- campaign rally. For Jerry Horne. In the sheriff's campaign.

Apparently Jerry Horne is making campaign promises. One of them -- so the headline screams -- is A FISH IN EVERY PERCOLATOR.

Something that Special Agent Dale Cooper, FBI, is wondering --

How in god's name is an abomination like that an incentive to vote for Jerry Horne?

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"You'd have to ask a fisherman," says Cooper. "Salmon, in season. Trout of various kinds. I'm not too familiar."

*Yrael smiles, thoughtfully.* Chinook, Coho, Pink, Brown, Rainbow, Cut-throat, maybe others. Any perch? Pike? Brim?

*The smile grows slightly.* Where would I find a fisherman who would know?

"...possibly. There's a man who comes in here every now and then -- his name is Harry S. Truman. He'd know a lot better than I would."

*He blinks. He's read something of a vague overview of Earth history, and he knows that name.*

Harry S. Truman?

"Named for the president," says Cooper. "He has a deer's head mounted on his wall with a sign saying -- " Illustrated with hand gestures. " -- THE BUCK STOPPED HERE."

*Yrael gives that eyes-closed, quiet exhale of a laugh that says quite plainly, "That's sad, man."*

How will I know him if I see him?

"He'll be wearing a badge, probably," Cooper says. "He's the county sheriff, and a veteran fisherman."

He hasn't forgotten -- when things slow down, Harry said they'd take a day and go fishing. Cooper is looking forward to it.

Ah.

*There is a thoughtful pause.* If the man promising the fish wins, and I am unable to collect on the promise as I did not vote, may I have your fish?

Cooper could say something to that.

He could say several somethings.

He will not.

"If you'd like."

Cooper is not a fan of Jerry Horne.

*Yrael beams brightly.* Thank you.

"With any luck you'll have to go elsewhere for your fish." Cooper sends a dark look at the newspaper.

You do not plan on voting for the man promising fish, then.

For what reasons?

*Doesn't Dale like fish? How can he not like fish?? It's fish!*

"He's foolish, corrupt, and has repeatedly shown no sign for caring about the citizens of the town. He has good PR. That's it."

Well then. Charter forbid they ever elect a fool.

*The other characteristics scan with what Yrael has heard of politics on Earth.*

Cooper's eyebrows rise.

He doesn't say anything.

*Assuming there must be a reason for aforementioned eyebrow-raise, Yrael says lightly,* Yes?

"Do your politics tend to swing left, right, or center, in general?" Pleasant. A little patient.

*Yrael blinks.*

My politics follow me.

Time to rephrase. "Do you tend to be more conservative, liberal, or moderate?"

*The look on Yrael's face is one of mild perplexity, as one looks, when the offered answers to choose from don't seem to fit.*

I do what is best for myself at the given moment.