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When Silk walks into Milliways today, he blinks. This is the only sign of surprise that he shows.

He hadn't expected to find himself here. As a matter of fact, he'd expected to find himself walking into one of his offices in Mallorea, hence the currently fine cut and materials of his soft grey clothing. Still, it's not as if Mallorea isn't waiting on the other side of the door.

Without further consideration, he approaches the bar.

"A mug of your finest ale, if you please," he asks, as he sits up on one of the stools. Really, he could use a bit of relaxation, after the week he's had; you'd think he hadn't helped to save the world - Mallorea being a part of it, naturally - several times at this point, the way certain parties have been arguing with him.

Really!

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Oh, nobody ever cuts you any slack for saving the world. Just ask Ce'Nedra.

In fact, you can very easily do that, as she's over by the Bar, tapping her fingers against the wood and watching things get set up for 'tending tonight by her wonderful husband who the Bar has done nothing to today.

She spots Silk, gives him a wave, and gestures him over. Surely he couldn't refuse such a charming lady?

Hardly!

Why, that would be rude, and Silk has only the best of manners at all times.

"Hello, Ce'Nedra," he says, with a faint smile.

Of course he does. And that, obviously, is why they keep him around. "Hello, Silk," she says, smiling less faintly. "And how are you carrying on? Settling down, finally?"

There's an edge of humor in the catch of her cheek.

"Oh, not quite yet," he replies airily. "My economic pursuits have kept me sufficiently busy though. And you?"

"Beldaran," she says, with a rueful, tight grin and a roll of her eyes.

Says it all, really.

Yes, it really does.

"My sympathies," he expresses.

Ce'Nedra sighs extravagantly.

"Oh, Silk, you've no idea what she gets up to," she says. "She's like every last one of our little group, rolled into one child and only half as stoppable."

Ce'Nedra would not trade a moment of it for the world.

"That disastrous, is she?" he asks, with a smile, and a humourous sparkle in his eyes.

"She reminds me - on her better days - of myself when I was younger," Ce'Nedra says, only slightly wistfully. "Such a sweet, brilliant thing. But she gets these ideas - do you know she tried to convince the citadel guards to start using a monetary system she designed because of something Ray told her once?"

Ce'Nedra sounds more proud than upset. Hm.

"Oh, I believe it," Silk replies. He also doesn't doubt that she is very much like her mother.

'High maintenance' comes to mind, though of course, he would never say anything about it.

Of course not. Because he knows better, doesn't he?

"She'll be a good Queen, when it's her time," Ce'Nedra says, after the pause in conversation that follows. "She's too clever to be anything less."

"I can't disagree," Silk replies.

Ce'Nedra's eyes narrow, in that HEAD FOR THE HILLS, GARION kind of way.

"Can't or won't, Silk?" If her words could control air temperature, Silk would have icicles hanging from his nose.

Fortunately, Silk is a) not married to her, and b) more experienced than Garion at weathering... such things.

"Can't," he affirms. "I do think that when she grows up, she has the potential to be quite good."

Drasnia. It happens.

Ce'Nedra takes a moment to decide this is an acceptable response, then nods.

"So how is the situation in Mallorea, Silk?" she asks, inclining her head towards the door Silk walked through.

He grins.

"Profitable."

Need any more be said?

She grins back with a slight shake of her head.

"Will you be staying there much longer?"

"I have a few more things to take care of , but I should be heading back into the West before long," he replies.

Mmm.

"Will you come see us in Riva when you return?"

It is a request, nothing more, and said with the all the lightness that entails.

"Oh, I think I'll find my way over there," Silk replies. "I'll be stopping in Tolnedra for a little while beforehand; is there anything I can get for you while I'm there?"

"Mmm, do you know, I think I might just need something in silk -" ha ha, Ce'Nedra - "as I think I'll be in need of a new dress soon."

She gives the rat-faced man a careful little smile.

Oh yes.

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