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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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"Which is why I go by Amy," she says. "But I'm not sure which part of Elspeth Mendanbar Rex Abrarugdabra you consider sensible."

"The 'Rug' of 'Abrarugdabra', I believe." He grins. "But as for the rest of it..." Wellard shakes his head.

"'Amy' is also quite nice, really."

"I've always liked it," she says.

"Anyway," she continues, getting back to the point, such as it is, "Meg and I were having a picnic out by the lake, using Ellie as a blanket, and then there were demon bunnies, so Meg sort of launched us into the air, only there's a hole in the rug, so she got very moody -- Ellie, I mean, not Meg -- and starting zipping about in crazy circles and then dumped up in the lake, but Caspian was out on the Hope and fished the three of us -- me, Meg, and Ellie -- out and got us back to shore."

Wellard is... rather staring at this, by now.

"-but you and Meg are quite alright?"

"Oh, yes," she says. "It was, well, months ago for me. Before I got married. And I do know how to swim, and Meg managed to stay afloat till Caspian reached us."

Pause.

"I hit one of the rabbits with a tea kettle."

Wellard blinks at Amy again-

Then dissolves into a fit of laughter.

"It was handy," she says, with a perfectly straight face.

Sort of.

Though why she had a tea kettle along on picnic is anyone's guess.

To serve tea at the picnic, obviously.

Wellard still just grins at Amy. "Whatever works best in a fight, really."

Oh, of course.

"Precisely. The fight went very well. It was just the retreat that was a bit of a disaster."

There's probably a lesson in that.

"Well... ah. I would say you could plan it better for next time, but hopefully there won't be a next time for something like that exactly?"

"I'm never getting on a broken magic carpet again, if I can help it.

"And as for the demon bunnies, well, I'll keep my distance. And now I know they like cucumber sandwiches and I can avoid eating them out by the lake."

"All around good points, as well as future plans." Wellard nods, sagely.

"Yes. Plus now we know the demon bunnies, like almost everyone else here, are British or might as well be."

There is much choking and sputtering on the sip of tea Wellard had been taking. The cup is hastily set down, and when he finally catches his breath, he gives Amy an amused Look.

"British Demon Bunnies?"

"Well, yes," says Amy, practically.

"Cucumber sandwiches are one of the signs."

Wellard chuckles. "Dare I ask what the others may be?"

"What you do or don't dare do is entirely up to you," says Amy, and her eyes dance.

He eyes her, amusedly. "I think I quite may be better off not knowing, perhaps."

"Quite possibly," says Amy. "Otherwise you'll be seeing Englishmen everywhere."

"Considering I am english," He makes a face at Amy, "And grew up in London, then Kent, and then served aboard ships in His Majesty's Navy... I do think I'm rather used to that."

"You're fortunate, then," she says. "Heavens but it was a shock when I arrived."

"Well, I wouldn't think it would be too much of a trial to get used to the english. ... Afterall, we do drink tea."

He does manage a straight face, here.

She leans forward and confides, "Yes. That's one of the signs."

"So should I be worrying about the demon bunnies attacking me for my tea, out there?" He tries not to snicker, really.

"Especially if you also have cucumber sandwiches. And a flying carpet."

It happened to her, it could happen to him. Really, Henry should take this sort of warning more seriously.

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