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It's been almost four months, in Ambergeldar, since Amy came into the bar. Four rather tiring months, really, spent criss-crossing the country so she could be introduced to a populace. But that all ended last week, in early October, almost two months early, and she's back, looking about for her friends.

The slight curve to her stomach could be the result of the fashion of her dress, or even a trick of the light. But given the way she's smiling . . . it's probably not.

Amy is back. And she has News.

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It makes great forts, too, *Meg agrees cheerfully.* And when it freezes people slip on it.

"It does. And you can't lose, if you can get the squirrels on your side."

She leans forward to confide.

"They have very cold feet, when they land on the back of your neck."

*Meg wrinkles her nose, reaching a hand up to the back of her neck.*

. . . oui, I'll believe that.

"And they'll turn on you with absolutely no warning or provocation. They make for very trying allies, really."

Which is, of course, why you need to keep a handy bribe supply ready.

Hence the demand for acorns.

"Yes."

Pause.

"Oh, dear, we're back to that, are we?"

That's why they call them running jokes, *Meg says, serenely.*

"Because when someone tells them you want to get up and run from the room?"

- no, those are puns, *says Meg, who is possibly one of the worst pundits in the bar when she thinks of them.

Because she's so proud of herself when she manages them.*

"Oh, yes, of course."

Pause.

"What happens if you have a running pun?"

*Serenely:* Well, that's when you hide.

Amy nods. "You have no other choice at that point, really.

"So where did you go for your vampire-killing date?"

New York - and, I mean, the vampire-killing was one thing, *she adds, suddenly enthused,* but Amy, I have to tell you about the shopping -

*And that discussion could go on for quite a while.*

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