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Val walks in the bar, goes behind the counter and rescues a mug of tea. For some odd reason, the mug has a huge heart and smiley face on it. She grimaces at it, and sticks her tongue out at the mug. It would seem that the girl is in a rather poor mood for some odd reason. She takes her tray and sits on a bar stool sullenly. For some reason, it looks like it's going to be a long night.

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"Lemonade? Real lemonade and none of this canned nonsense?" He asks hopefully.

Val's eyes twinkle, and she stands. "Coming right up." She walks into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a small pitcher of lemonade, and a glass. It is quite good lemonade, just the perfect mix of sweet and lemon. "Here you go. My little brother and I had a lemonade stand one summer, and it took us a week to get the right combination of tastes." She grins. "I think my older brother hates lemonade now."

He gives her a boyish grin. "Hate lemonade? Odd person." Still, he pours himself a glass and takes just a sip.

The grin widens into one of pure pleasure.

Val smirks a bit. "He is a bit of an odd person. Politician." She grins, as if that explains everything. Well, it does in a way about Peter.

"Ah...well, that does explain it. Politics is fun. Confusing, but fun."

Her eyes twinkle for a moment. "Oh, tell me about it. I was an anonymous political commentator for about four years when I was back on my world. Politics is one of those things that some people find stupid, some people find boring, but most people underestimate."

"Oh, but do I have to?" he counters easily with a grin, "Merely pick up the nearest book of Arthurian legends and that will give you half a dozen different versions."

Val chuckles. "Mmmm. Arthurian politics, even better than the Hegemony." She raises her eyebrows. "So, erm, if you don't mind me asking, why does Arthurian politics come ot your mind so easily?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, been amiss with introductions. Mordred Pendragon, for your political pleasure."

Val raises her eyebrows, stands, and curtseys gently, carefully, and graciously. "I am Valentine Wiggin." She grins, hopping back up on the stool.

"Charmed to meet you," he grins.

Val's eyes sparkle. "So, tell me a bit about Arthurian politics. Anything stand out?"

"Lots of death." He tilts his head, and then shrugs. "Yeah, that'd be the main thing."

Val chuckles. "Well, I guess that makes sense. Politics in my time is a lot of people yelling at each other." She wrinkles her nose. "One written paper does a lot, sometimes."

"Well, considering most of the main players couldn't read or write..."

"Well, right." Val sighs. "Politics changes so much over the years. So interesting, though."

"It is, I guess. If my almost-uncle were around, I'd tell you to ask him. He knew everything that was going on."

"And I probably would. However, at the moment, I'm talking to you, so perhaps we should change the subject to something you do know." She grins.

"Possibly," he grins back at her, "politics in which one gets killed is always so depressing."

"Definitely. I'm not overly amused at the whole killing part. Bantering words is just fine with me, slightly amusing, in fact, however, more than that gets a bit excessive."

"Welcome to the Dark Ages," he says dryly.

"Well, welcome to my world, one where everything is impersonal." She smiles. "At least you knew most of the culture of everyone you were dealing with."

"That is true."

She chuckles a bit. "In my world, we had warring cultures that we had to deal with and bring together. It made for some really interestingly conciliatory papers that were actually a bunch of nonsense."

"And did anyone pay the pieces of paper any attention?"