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She didn't know why she hadn't gone home. It wasn't like she was stuck in the bar. She'd told Suzi that she could see the door. And she could. So by what she'd been told she wasn't bound to this place. But something had kept her from going home. Back to Hannibal King. The only male that she did trust nowadays. The only guy to back her up when her life was in danger. The day before this she'd asked the Bar for a room key and had gotten it, slept in that room... or at least had tried to anyways. Now though she's back downstairs and laying out on the couch. Though she's not entirely with it and she's staring off into space.

Distractions would be good. Before she ends up just taking everything she's been bottling up inside and breaks down.

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Seymour shakes his head. "First week of September where I'm from." This is said in a tone of complaint - why does time have to be so weird here? And more importantly, why does everyone else get to have Christmas?

"Oh, you're welcome." He smiles back, a little awkwardly. "You know, I suppose it should be good that this place follows seasons, but it just seems to make everything more confusing."

"It'd probably be even more confusing if it didn't follow some set of seasons. Where you can't have a certain season one place you can have one in another."

"Yeah," Seymour replies, but in a tone that hints that he really didn't get what she just said.

He checks on his plant at that moment, eyes it critically, then smiles at what he sees.

He suddenly looks around. Not seeing anyone official-looking, he decides to ask his question. "Say...did we make it to the moon? America, I mean."

Abby isn't entirely sure what it is that Seymour is looking for. Not really anyways when he goes to looking around. "Actually, we did make it to the moon." Back in 1969.

Seymour isn't entirely sure either - he just wanted to make sure there was no one who looked obviously like the time travel police. Not that he knows what those look like.

Seymour grins. "That's great. Just like Kennedy said. Golly, I can't wait to see that." The greatest adventure on which man has ever embarked!

"Aw, look, even Zinny's happy that we get to the moon." The plant looks exactly the same.

She won't say anything about the plant. That's just a bit weird. "Well, you've got a few years to go before it happens."

Some people think their pets understand every word they say. Seymour thinks plants do.

"But it's something to look forward to," Seymour says, with a smile. He forces himself not to ask anything more about the future - even though there are a lot more things he'd like to know.

Yeah, but curiousity can get a person in trouble too. "So how'd you come up with his name?"

"Hmm? Oh, Zinny! He's a Peruvian zinnia. Peru-y sounds too weird. I like to name plants after what they are - helps me keep track of them. Not that I need to worry about that now," he adds, with a light shrug.

"Oh? How come?" Now he's got her curious.

There's a pause, then Seymour comes up with, "Haven't had a lotta time to pick up any more plants. Work, uh, keeps me busy."

Poverty keeps him plant-less.

Abby seems to think about that one for a moment. "Right..." She's not sure what to say to that. Work isn't something she knows right off the bat. She lead a group or had led a group of people that hunted vampires.

Seymour's next question probably doesn't help. "Sorry, don't think I asked you what you do? I'm a florist."

"You're a florist and I used to be a warrior. I'm not sure what I'm going to do anymore now though."

Seymour's eyebrows, they do rise at that. Woman. Warrior. Does not compute.

"What war were you in?" he asks.

"Trust me. If I told you... you wouldn't believe me."

What kind of army allows women in the front lines? Seymour is now rather worried about the future.

But he's also a very trusting guy. "All...right. If you're sure." Pause. "'Least this seems a relaxing enough place to think about a career change," he offers lamely.

She shrugs a bit. "I might actually go into training self defense. I'm not sure yet."

"I've got no idea what I'd do if I were changing jobs," Seymour admits. Oh, sure, he has a dream of being a movie star, but that's just a dream.

"Good luck in figuring that out, Abigail."

She gives him a slight smile. "Thanks, Seymour."

A shy, goofy little smile answers that. "Aw, shucks, no problem."

[OOC: *bg* sureness]

[OOC: Anytime darlin!]

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