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Today, Stark sits at the bar enjoying something entirely new to him again.

He has frosting on his fingers and mouth, as he has been eating some chocolate-frosted cupcakes in a rather uncivilized manner.

"Sugar, sugar!" he says, nearly enraptured in glee. "Why did Crichton not talk more of this?"

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"Tea is not foreign to the uncharted territories," Stark says.

"Wasna sure, sir, know aught 'bout where ye come from."

"Earth ignorance is something I have grown accustom to," Stark says. "Crichton's lack of knowledge was considerable."

Will runs a hand through his hair and pours himself a cup of black tea adding milk and sugar to it,

"Would ye tell me o'er 'ome then, sir?"

"There is not much to say," Stark says, pawing at his face. "We are now a race of... slaves."

There's a look of hardness in Will's eyes,

"Aye, sir, do ye fight 'gainst those who enslave ye?"

"I do my best to fight the Peacekeeper opression," Stark says. "But they are numerous and terrible."

"Aye, sir, I understand that, do all I can to keep me 'ome o'Nottingham safe, na matter the price."

Stark paws at his cheek. "You suffer from tyranny on Earth?"

"In England, aye, sir."

"I am not familiar with the individual nations of Earth," Stark says. "But I am sorry that your peoples are not free."

"We fight, sir, an do all we can to keep those who canna fight safe."

"Humans seem a war-torn race," Stark says. "It is quite sad."

"Aye, sir, though is some futures seem to be less fightin'."

"Crichton seemed to indicate that your race would never stop its internal fighting," Stark says, grabbing a tea pot and pouring a cup.

"I'm na sure if we will, sir."

"Most races only seem to find peace when they have another to turn their aggressions upon," Stark says. "It is a sad law of the universe."

"Aye, sir, all seem made for fightin'."

"It is a pity they aren't made for making things of sugar," Stark says, a snigger bursting from his lips.

Will's quiet again and drinks his tea not having a good response.

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