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"Well, good bye loves! I'll see you in the bright and early tomorrow!" calls a voice from the front door, and Phil Gordon opens it, stepping inside with a wave to the crowd of friends behind her. Her eyes widen, and her face breaks into an even bigger grin.

"Well, now! Look at that. You're a cheerier sight than my boarding house, and no mistake about it," she says to the Bar at large, "Where have you been for so long, Bar, darling," she says, patting the bartop affectionately.

She deposits her school books and hops up on a bar stool, with that ever-present smile.

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There's a cowboy nearby what has to grin at that entrance, and since he's running kind of low on his drink, why, he just gets right up and saunters on over.

One finger comes up to his hat brim. "Evenin'."

"And good evening to you," she says cheerily. Heavens, but she's missed Milliways.

"Philippa Gordon," she says, sticking out a hand, "Phil for short."

"Hey, Phil." He shakes her hand, trying to keep his own as gentle as possible. She's all--

Dainty. Her hand is nearly swallowed up in his. "Jack Twist. Nice to know you."

Victorian women are not generally known for their firm handshakes, no. Still, Phil gamely shakes away.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Twist. Whereabouts do you hail from then? I'm Canadian myself. From Nova Scotia. Though I must admit, it's awfully nice to be back here again."

"Texas," he says, because it's still habit, and then stops and thinks.

"Shadow, these days." He doesn't look over at the happy hour board, which is a fine thing, when he orders his drink. "So, been a while, huh?"

"Texas? I've never been that far south into the states. I've been to Boston, you know, with my aunt, but that was my brief foray into Yankee territory."

She wrinkles her forehead in thought, "Is Shadow in the states? I've never heard of it. But heavens yes. It's been simply ages since I was last here."

He's got to laugh at that, shaking his head so that his hat brim hides his face. "Nope, Shadow ain't anywhere near the states at all. Whole different planet, but don't ask me where 'cause I ain't got no idea."

He's only been there a few months, and Shadow's already more of a home than Childress ever was.

"So, what you been up to, kept you away so long?"

"Another planet...." she waves the confusion away with a quick gesture. "You know, sometimes I just don't know that I'll ever figure this place out."

She heaves a belabored sigh, "Oh, school, honey. It's all school."

"Yeah?"

Jack never was in school long. A few years of high school before he lit out and worked, and that's always been good enough for him.

"Darlin, don't bother tryin. This place don't want to be figured out, tell you what."

"A truer statement was never made, Mr. Twist," grins Phil. "This place is beyond the comprehension of this humble mathematics student, that is for well and truly certain."

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