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[kitchen_maid]

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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[balletrat]

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

[kitchen_maid]

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

[balletrat]

- 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.*

[kitchen_maid]

"Oh, yes, of course."

Pause.

"What happens if you have a running pun?"

[balletrat]

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

[kitchen_maid]

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

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

[balletrat]

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.*