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*He's inside this time, so y'know, no flags. But he does have a laser pointer. Well, it's not so much a pointer, as a bit of light from which a line of light emits, letting another point drift across the face of the bar. If theres any Kitties around, it's bound to be tempting. He's perched calmly on a table, where he can get a good view on everyone. He's cautious like that. Well one hand aims the laser thingie, he reaches out with the other one, and a rat thats not busy gets a flight across the room.*

Hiya Al! long time no see. I need a mead, and ....huh... y'know, i don't remember the last time i ate. How about some fried paradoxes? Thanks.

*And he is kind enough to send Al back across the room.*

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*Tim levitates, turns to face her.*

oh, hello ace.

Ace goes straight to the point. She tends to, when hungry.
"How does one get some decent grub around here?" she asks, eyeing the food some of the other patrons have.

*As she speaks, a rat comes up and hands Tim a mead and a plate of fried paradoxes.*

Thanks Al. Oh, and here, for you....

*and he flips the rat a gold coin.*

Well, from the Rats actually.

"Oh! Oh." She keeps to herself her ponderings about having to catch and/or eat rats and digs into her pockets instead. She is beginning to wish she had gotten the Professor to show her how to do that whole time-pocket trick, it certainly would come in handy here. Her hand come back with two dubloons, a Centuriaan dicoid, and a sentient purple crab that is used as currency on certain worlds.

*Tim eyes her collection warily. Especially the crab.*

Well, they do except everything.

Carefully Ace tucks the crab back into her pocket and waves the discoid at one of the rats.
"Hey! You!" she calls, then looks askence at Tim. "Like that?"

*Nods.*

Yup, just liek that.

*as a rat comes scurring over.*

"Brill." Ace grins, glad something is going her way. She looks the rat in the eye.
"Umm... How 'bout some muffins?" she ventures hesitantly. As the rat scampers off, she shouts after it.
"And some tea would be nice too!"

Tea is always nice.

*Tim levitates his plate over towards her.*

Paradox?

"What's a dox?" Ace asks curiously, looking at the fried lumps.

Paradox. It's not an onion ring.

*Thats about the best description he can make.*

"Well, thank goodness for that." Ace replies sarcastically, but takes a paradox anyway. She is rather hungry.

*He winks.*

S'only way to describe that.

"Why do I not find that comforting?" she asks, but she does take a tentative bite of the unidentifable fried thing. Well....

....

It isn't an onion ring.

*Tim watches her face, his own grinning.*

Kinda good, huh?

"Yessss...." Ace draws out the word, because she isn't entirely sure. They aren't bad... Then the rat re-appears with piping hot muffins and creamy butter, and a second follows with a steaming cup of tea in bone china. Ace blinks in surprise at the finery, but hands them the discoid anyway. One of the rats (could have been the original one, Ace couldn't tell) took the discoid in his paws and scuttled away with it.

*Tim stretches his feet out on the chair beside him.*

Life here is quite amusing.

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