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Now appearing in a bar near you, for a limited time only, it's Lorelai!

Feeling especially dramatic today, she wanders over to the bar dramatically and orders a very dramatic martini. You ask yourself how this is different from any other day and she simply smiles. Come talk to her. You know you thinks she's cute.

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"It emits blue sparks." She shrugs. "I'm pretty sure it's just for smashing people, but I haven't really had an opportunity to try it out."

She sips her martini and then rushes on, "Not that there is anyone here I want to smash." She looks worriedly around the bar. She's following the Rules, she wants everyone to know that.

Blue sparks are pretty, *Meg opines cheerfully.* And even if there's no one here you want to smash, there's always smashing to be done at home! Who gave it to you?

"Monkey." She says, but then adds, "The large Buddhist one.

And it is for home-use, but I leave it in Indy's room, because that seems more practical. He wants to take it somewhere and try it out sometime. I'm not quite sure what he means by that."

She smiles teasingly.

Oh, I know Monkey, *Meg says cheerfully,* he likes to go around looking like me sometimes, I think he thinks it's funny.

*She grins.* And, er, either he really wants to smash someone, or he's making a bad innuendo. Or both!

"Monkey was cool," she says. "And knowing Indy, it could be either one."

She laughs and sips her martini. "So how's it going with that gentleman friend of yours?"

She is referencing the man Meg was with on the night she let them into Paris. The one who had made Meg look so. . .content.

Oh - Andrew?

*Meg grins, a little ruefully.* Well, you know - it goes. We don't get to spend as much time together as I'd like, but. *She shrugs.* You know how it is.

"Aww, Hon, I'm sorry. I guess even here, life can get in the way, huh?"

Pretty much. *She shrugs ruefully.* It was easier when I was staying in his room, but now I can't, so.

"You can't?" She pries gently.

*Another shrug.* I have to stay somewhere else to watch out for a friend who needs me. Until that's fixed, I can't stay in his room.

"Well, that does make sense." She ships her martini, sensing a change in topic would be welcome. "Have you been dancing lately?"

*Meg winces.* Also not as much as I'd like. I haven't been home to work in days, I can't take the risk that more time will pass here than it does there.

"It sounds like things have been pretty stressful for you lately." She smiles sympathetically. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Before Meg can answer Lorelai grabs her purse and digs inside, pulling out a chocolate bar and offers it to Meg. "Do you like chocolate?"

In Lorelai's world, when things are sucky, she eats chocolate.

*Meg grins.* Now I can eat it, yes, I'm very fond of chocolate. Isn't everyone?

*She takes the chocolate bar gratefully and begins to nibble it.*

"I don't think I'd trust anybody who didn't like it."

Lorelai smiles, pleased she could do something for Meg, even if it's something as small chocolate.

*Meg giggles.* I don't trust many people anyways, but people who don't eat chocolate I trust even less. It's hard to find, though - in my time, I mean. Awfully expensive.

She nods thinking about the truffles she had bought for her, chocolate was expensive back then. Fortunately, it was much cheaper in her own world.

"You know, I don't think I've seen you since you took us to Paris. I must thank you again. You were so very kind to arrange that for us."

*Meg perks up.* Oh - it wasn't any trouble, I hope you had a good time! Did Canard and Poulet behave themselves?

"Oh, yes, they were darling. I think Rory even had some luck teaching them to swim. Or at least splashing around like they knew what they were doing."

*Meg giggles.* Oh, they'll be lording that over the rest of the gang for ever. They didn't steal anything, did they? I told them very sternly that they weren't to -

"Um, not to my knowledge." She looks amused. "I did give them some money, so maybe they didn't feel the need."

*Meg grins.* Oh, I bet they liked you. Poulet and Canard are the sweetest of the gamins I know, that's why I asked them for you guys.

She grins. "They were cute. And very helpful. We found the hotel without any trouble. Or plagues." And thank God for that.

"It was really quite magical to see everything. I wish there was some way to explain it to people in my world just so they could know how pretty it was."

*Meg grins ruefully.*

Yeah - I love Paris. Couldn't leave it ever, I think, not really.

"I don't blame you." She shakes her head with a smile. "Although, I suppose I feel the same way about sleepy little Stars Hollow."

She finishes her martini and orders another from a passing waitrat.