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[hadyougoing]

When Ava stops by the bar for some Friday night raspberry-lemonade-and-vodka, it comes along with a small cardboard box, addressed To: Ava and From: Elle.

Her eyes narrow fractionally, since last time they hadn't exactly parted on the world's greatest terms, and she shakes the box suspiciously before asking Bar for an x-acto knife. One delicate slit in the tape later, and she is prying the thing open to discover a toy London phone booth.

Ava blinks. (The knife disappears.)

And, after a moment, she begins to giggle.

She's not sure she gets the joke, but this thing is kinda cute.

[ooc: open until whenever, y'all. I got a paper to procrastinate on.]

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[ofthosegoodold]

"Wyoming," Applegate says reflectively. "That's one of the new states, isn't it?"

Applegate, whose current interest in American politics is primarily concerned with Woodrow Wilson's (presumably no relation) irritating idealism in regards to getting into the war, and whose last interest in same was during the Civil War, is a bit fuzzy on this whole issue of statehood. It's too specific a point in Ava's litany to leave unaddressed, though.

[hadyougoing]

New ...?

Oh, yeah.

World wars.

"I guess so," Ava agrees.

Despite her overabundance of free time, she doesn't really stop to think very often. Not about herself, anyway. If she did, she might occasionally feel discomfort as more than a prickle.