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Cheeese ...

Smelly or not - the aroma reaches a sniffing little nose and that belongs to a girl that occupies a seat not far away.

The girl's wrapped in a large coat, a bit too big, appearing yet bigger as it is made of something that looks like thick fur and as it is stuffed with candy, all sorts.

And candy is, what Lucy's had all day long. And now she smells cheese and it seems her eyes start eating ... be careful they don't eat away that sandwich (or at least the cheese).

Guppy notices after a few minutes, then smiles and offers the plate over.

"Do you want one?"

Lucy reaches out with a smile that is a little embarrassed, yet big. After short hesitation she takes a little piece and chews with eyes closed and nose in the sky. Some "hmmms" and "aaahs" included. It takes a few moments until she swallows and opens eyes again.

"Wantcha candy?"

She offers a handful. Maybe hoping for more cheese.

He shakes his head.

"No thanks, I've had enough over the last few days."

He passes her the plate. "Here, take all you want, I've had plenty."

Poor girl looks hungry.

[ooc: Sorry, I have lectures in 8.5 hours time and have to go to bed now. Slowtime is love]

Those hazel eyes grow wide. Delicatessen soo exclusive and he's had plenty. But she won't need to be told twice.

"Thank you" she whispers.

Then - for a while - the plate gets most of her attention.

He watches her, although he doesn't stare.

"I'm Guppy." he says after a little while. "Do you need anything else?"

"Naaa thanks a lot, I'm fine"

there's some chewing in that. She pauses and offers a hand - pauses again, looking at it. Above being cheesy the hand's also covered with outdoor dirt, all stuck together with some chocolate. It's withdrawn again with a shrug.

"I'm Lucy. You're often here?"

He would have shaken it, but by the time he's moved his own hand hers has been withdrawn.

"Nice to meet you Lucy. And yes, I work here as well as back home. I'm a doctor." he explains.

Lucy's well-mannered, yes she is. Never offers a dirty hand.

The 'doctor' gets a curious look. She's never met one before. She tells him that.

He smiles.

"You're not the first. Many people here haven't. Different worlds I suppose."

He sips his tea.

She smiles, grins in fact. Yes, that different world thing.

"In my world doctors never talk to ...people like me."

She bites her lip, not sure if she was supposed to say that. But she did.

"I mean ... people who can't afford to pay them."

That's quickly added.

"Oh I see. Things have changed from that in my world." he explains. "Back home we have what's called the National Health Service, which gives everyone free health care if they can't afford it."

"I see"

Lucy nods and takes another piece of cheese. Enjoying every bit. It's not really hunger but pure pleasure. After swallowing, her attention returns to the doctor.

"Are you good?"

He considers.

"Do you mean good at being a doctor or good as in kind?"

"Well. Good as a doctor."

Considering all the cheese she adds:

"You are kind."

She watches carefully, maybe even wary. But that's barely noticeable.

He hesitates.

"Well I'd like to hope so." he says after a moment. "I'm a junior doctor, so I have my limits. And I've made mistakes with people in the past."

Lucy bows her head.

"Somebody died?"

Because she always considers the worst and tact is not her strong point. Anyway. Somehow it doesn't sound flippant.

He shakes his head.

"No and yes. I have seen people die, but I haven't caused anyone to die. I have come close, but my mistake was spotted."

He fidgets, not too keen on this conversation.

"What do you do?"

Lucy raises her head, smile's outbreaking again. It's easy to distract her.

"Oh - I've found this place several days ago ..."

In fact it could've been weeks, she's not good at time-management.

"It is soo gorgous. There's a lake and flowers and trees and ... even animals!"

Her hands dive into the deep pockets of her (still worn) Halloween-coat and come out with a handful of dry leaves, little cones and similar things. Just to prove. Then she stops, realizing that most people here seem to be very used to all that stuff.

"I ... don't want bore you ..."

A warm genuine smile.

"You aren't boring me. It's interesting to me to think that you are from somewhere that doesn't have these things. Do you know what they all are?"

Now that gets her climbing upon her seat, spreading some of her treasures on the table, careful enough not to get them into the rests of that wonderful cheese.

"Do you?"

Because she hasn't got a clue.

"Well I'm not an expert, but I'm sure I can help you with some of them."

He goes through the little pile, naming about fifteen or so things that he recognises, and saying a bit about each one and what it does.

Lucy hangs on every word, sometimes repeating. Then she's lost in thoughts for a moment or two.

"So, they all depend on each other, don't they? So, one thing followed the other."

After some more moments:

"All those things ... they ~~still~~ exist in your world?"

"Yes, the circle of life lives on through them."

He smiles. "Yes, they do. The back garden here is based upon Scotland, a place on my world."

"Scotland!"

Air is sucked in sharply.

"I've ..."

she adds for explanation,

"... I've heard about this place, too. In my world. Though definitely not as a place where to get an example for a circle of life from."