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Sooraya still doesn't understand why the Bar or any magical place wants her, but after opening and closing the 'grocery store' door several times trying to make it stop being Milliways?

She gave up and came back in. She knows when she's outmatched...
which, yes, is pretty much 99.9% of the time. When you're six, you don't have
a lot of winning arguments.
She's in her earlier booth, half asleep and watching the waitrats and customers.
Botherable.

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A little girl shouldn't be half asleep in a booth, Will thinks,

"Lass, do ye need a room to sleep in?"

Sooraya peers up at him. "Hello," shyly. She sits up a little straighter.

"My door's still there, but the door in won't go away," she tries to explain. "I think the [Landlord/or wizard] here must still want something."

"Oh aye, I see, tis there aught ye need then since know Milliways can be scary?"

Her parents have warned her to be careful around strangers, but that doesn't mean being afraid. He does seem good, so-- She thinks, then asks, "Tell me about here? I only found it. People've been nice; why's it scary?"

"Just ye get lots o'different sorts o'people 'ere is all. My name's Will Scarlett an I'm from England an just know best to be careful though ye're a smart lass an already figured that out. Tis Milliways an a place to stop an rest away from the cares o'the world, tis rules to keep e'eryone safe, na fightin' is 'llowed 'ere else they put ye in the cells."

"Like the cities at home? There's a lot of people." She blinks. "If anyone tries to fight me, I think I'd run away. Everyone here's too big," she laughs a little, sounding rueful.
She holds out a hand, as she's seen some people do. "I'm Sooraya Qadir. I'm from Afghanistan, Mr. Scarlett."

Will only blinks a little bit at meeting a little Sooraya but his smile just gets more welcoming as he holds out a hand,

"Tis a pleasure to meet ye, Sooraya an ye can just call me Will. An tis a good idea when ye're small, though good ye know 'ow to fight."

She slips her hand into his. "Alright. Will. Thank you."

At this point, her stomach reminds her that she still needs lunch. "Are you hungry too?" she asks after a minute.

"Aye, must say I am, what would ye like to get, Sooraya?"

"Trade?" she suggests. "I try something from--England, and you something from
Afghani?"

"Aye, sounds a fair deal."

A wait rat is hailed and Will thinks for a moment before ordering some pastries from Nottingham.

She smiles. When it's her turn to order, she picks an Afghan dish called 'boulanee', hoping he'll like it.
"What's England like?" she asks, ever curious. "Mother went there, once, but I haven't."

"Part o'England I'm from is Nottingham which 'as Sherwood forest round it an tis na more beautiful forest then Sherwood."

"Home's always the most beautiful places," Sooraya agrees. "There's no forest at Hafir, but we have a garden at home. And a river..." she makes a slight face. "But I don't go there." Somebody doesn't like getting wet, ohh no. "What do you do at home?"

"Gardens can be quite lovely an aye 'ome is always 'ome. 'elp my father run our stall in the market."

Now the food arrives, the English pastries smelling of berries and nuts.

Sooraya stops to thank the waitrat, before she asks Will anything else. The rats are a little odd to her, but she's been taught not to be rude or ungrateful.
"Is he a farmer? My father was in the Army. Mother teaches English to
people who want to go away,*" she chatters on.

*((hello millicanon, or MSU))

"Nay, we dinna own any land just sell what we can. 'ow grand, bein' a teacher is a great thing to do. What do ye wish to do when ye're bigger?"

He puts the pastries in front of her, and takes a bit of the dish she got for him and smiles again,

"This is lovely, thank ye."

"I'm not sure," she admits. "Only, our teachers were telling us about other worlds, and astronauts. I'd like to do something like that when I'm bigger. People who fly in space," she tries to explain.

"Is it alright then?" meaning the food. "Mother makes it at home. It's one of Ab's favorites."

"Aye, tis, quite tasty, an sounds a grand plan, probably need lots o'education to manage that. Do ye like readin'?"

"I do. Lots. The library at school's big," and she
holds her hands wide apart to emphasize it, grinning.

"Oh aye, sounds marvelous, I only learned to read a wee bit ago, an tis so many books out there."

"Are the schoools at your home closed now?"
She takes a bite of the pastry, smiling at the flavors.

"Um nay, just my family couldna afford to send me to school, 'ad to 'elp my father."

((aaack, hit me with a cluebyfour! I'm sorry. Wrap this up?*hugs* thanks for threading with her))

(OOC: That works and hugs it happens, always enjoy threads with you when I can grab them.)

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