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Olive finds herself behind the bar (not for the first time), and today she's in a much better mood.

She contemplates the board, then writes:

Sing your order [preferably in rhyming couplets], get half off.

Olive hums quietly to herself as she cleans down the bar, waiting for customers. This is a familiar scenario--considering this bar is at the end of the universe-- but a comforting one.

[ooc: Come one, come all. And threadhop.]

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"By getting turned human. Milliways doesn't count, it's like every world. And my world's plenty real, too," he scolds her, but without much effort, because this is not a mindset humanity seems likely to break out of anytime soon.

Olive tries to be open-minded, but even she has her limits, in Milliways.

"Interesting."

"I'm Enzo, by the way. Enzo Matrix."

"I'm Olive," she says. "Nice to meetcha."

"Likewise. What do you do, when you're not tending?"

"Tend to a different restaurant. The Pie Hole," she clarifies.

"Best pie you'll ever eat."

After watching him sip on the cola for a moment: "Well, maybe not you."

"Right. Maybe if it was digitized."

She shakes her head.

"No luck there."

"Well, I could if you brought it here." He grins. "Don't s'pose you deliver?"

"Could manage that, maybe.

"We'd have to charge a delivery fee," she adds, with a grin.

"Oh, I think I can..."

Oh. Right. No more leaning on Dot. Independence. That thing.

"Eh, I can manage that."

"What flavors do you like?" she asks.

"We have most of 'em!"

"Oooh. Raspberry?"

"We have triple berry," she says.

"That's got raspberry in it."

"Sounds good to me!"

"Great! I'll make sure to smuggle some out."

She winks. "I'm a pro."

"Sweet. I'll have to make sure I get some User money. I should probably do that anyway. U.S. dollars?"

She nods, a little surprised.

"You're so savvy."

With exaggerated smugness: "Well, I am the 'Net's foremost authority on Users."

Olive raises a brow.

"Makes us sound like we're all on drugs!"

"Oh... right. Sorry. It just means computer users. I should probably say 'humans', but no one at home really knows what you are, except my family and some of our friends."

"Ah," she says, and pauses.

"Well, 's only fair. We don't know what you are, either."

"Yeah. Though most worlds don't have sprites. Computers are probably just... things in your world. But I don't think the Users in my world know we're there either."

"Maybe not," she says, agreeably.

"They'd probably get quite a shock if they knew."

"Crashing right, they would." He says it a bit darkly. "D'you think you could bring in a disk or something, along with that pie? You'll get it back, we just need to get it scanned, see if your world has sprites."

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