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[deserved_it]

Enter Eustace, from the House of Arch, to an armchair by the fire. Props list: Tea (provided by a waitrat) and chessboard (abandoned by the fire).

He fidgets with the pieces, setting them up as if for a game, but eventually seems just as content to lean back in the armchair and gaze up into the rafters drowsily.

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[deserved_it]

Eustace jumps.

Which probably doesn't make the tripping any less hazardous.

"Oh, I'm sorry--"

[dead_hooker_2]

"Don't worry about it. Probably as much my fault as yours," says Trina, dodging the increased tripping hazard rather gracefully.

"You okay?"

[deserved_it]

"Yes -- are you all right?"

[dead_hooker_2]

"Fine. Thanks."

She folds the letter she's reading and puts it in her bag.

"Trina Echolls," she adds.

[deserved_it]

"Eustace Scrubb. Sorry about that."

[dead_hooker_2]

A raised eyebrow at the name.

"I think I'd be sorry about that too, honestly," she says. "But it's nice to meet you, Eustace."

[deserved_it]

He sighs. "Really. It's a pleasure, Trina."

[dead_hooker_2]

"Thanks," she says. And of course it is. She's Trina Echolls, after all.

"So, when and where are you from?"

[deserved_it]

"Ah, well, here, I suppose. Last time I was in Britain, it was 1949. You?"

[dead_hooker_2]

"The last time I was in Britain was 2004. But that was two years ago. I live in California, most of the time."

[deserved_it]

His eyebrows go up. "Where in Britain were you?"

[dead_hooker_2]

"London," she says. "On vacation.

"Where in Britain are you from?"

[deserved_it]

"Cambridge."

[dead_hooker_2]

"I dated a guy who went to college there once, but I've never been."

Actually, he went to Oxford, but details are not always her strong suit.