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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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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?"

"Yeah, they did. That's what was rather scary. They were the biggest bunch of nonsense that I've ever written, but everyone took the ideas, and to my surprise, they worked."

He raises his eyebrows, and gives her a bow. "Very impressive, Miss Wiggin."

"Psh. Not really. It's one of those things that once you've been trained to do, it's not that bad." She looks a bit sheepish. "And call me Val. Please. I don't feel that old then."

"Val it is, then."

She smiles. "Good. I'm just a normal girl, really. Or at least I try to tell myself I am."

"Does it work?"

"I should get going in any case...good night, Val." And with that, he vanishes.

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