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OOM: This is something she really can't handle before coffee.

"--is no way there is a bar in the backyard, Emma. Are you sure you haven't been spending too much time with Hen--"

The voice had drifted closer and closer until a young woman, with short black hair, appeared in the doorway, looking from over her shoulder to the wide expanse of the room in front of her.

"Emma," Mary Margaret hissed. A completely failed stage whisper. "There's a bar in my backyard."

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Both eyebrows go up at his tone. "I'm not gonna turn you in, kid. I just don't much care for deadbeat parents. You're doing okay here, that's good enough for me."

In a friendlier tone (Mary Margaret might recognize it as the way she speaks to Henry), she goes on with a small smile.

"That's pretty weird. You have any idea why?"

"Population changes. There's lots more people in here today, so Milliways is adapting by having more space for them to sit down and do stuff."

...Emma would just love meeting Tyler's parents. Really. It'd be like meeting two atom bombs.

"Least that's what I think. Can't count all of the people so I just do a rough guess."

"You're talking about it like it's alive?" She asked, observant and speculative. "Like the place can tell about the people coming and going?"

She gives the room a quick, furtive glance, like she thinks it's going to start shifting right under their feet.

"You mean like how the Bar just gives you whatever you ask for?"

"Kinda? But it only happens around the morning and the evening." Tyler replies. "The room shape changing."

"...do I get to explain to her how the wooden Bar is sentient and is a really nice lady?"

"I've heard that one already," Mary Margaret said a little brightly. Maybe starting to get the hang of a few things, given that small almsot roud smile. Details she could do.

Emma grins at her. Maybe there's absolutely no good reason to feel kinda proud, but she does anyhow.

Look at Mary Margaret bouncing back. That's the woman who defied the Mayor to bail her out.

Even if she's still nervous as a mouse about doing it.

"We got the basics," she tells the kid. "It's just taking in the sheer amount of crazy this place has going on that's got us a little stalled, here."

Tyler nods sagely, he's been in that space of 'so awed by the weird you can't do much' before.

"Take it in little bites, and then you'll find yourself not so scared to take on the big stuff." He grins, and picks up his sandwich to take a few chomps out of it, cause hungry darnit! "The best fing tuf fstart wif is ...the food! Fried Paradoxes!"

"I'm Tyler by the way."

"Mary Margaret." She smiled, before it slipped toward something with more if impossible, becoming the normal, interest. "How do you deep fry a paradox?"

"Emma."

She frowns, wrestling with the question.

"How do you do anything with a paradox?"

"I don't know, I don't cook em. They're just deep-fried snacks that either taste like whatever you're craving, or your favorite comfort food."

Mary Margaret looked a little dubious curious.

"They aren't dangerous, in anyway, right?"

"I guess that simplifies things. One food that could taste like anything."

She'd be pretty hard-pressed to even pick a comfort food, aside from hot chocolate.

"No, they're made to edible by 99.9% of the species who visit here. Don't know how that works either but it does."

Mary Margaret nudged Emma with her arm, smiling a bit boldly and curiously. "We should try them. In the name of your adventuring here."

They sound pretty weird to Emma, but Mary Margaret's so darn cute when she smiles like that, and, hell, they're in an impossible bar, why not try an impossible food?

"Okay, I'm sold. Where do we pick some up, kid?"

"From Bar, or order them from the waitstaff. And they come with dipping sauces too."

They in Tyler's opinion, one of the most awesome snacks that look like Escher designed a fried onion blossom.

"Guess we're headed back there, again, then," Mary Margaret said, with a nod to heading herself and Emma back toward the bar, itself. With it's magically appearing food and drinks.

"Looks like it."

Shaking her head, she shrugs, give the kid a half-smile.

"Thanks for the tip, kid. Catch you later."

Edited 2012-03-24 15:54 (UTC)

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