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This time, Raven marches into the Bar, sans her brother.

A napkin appears to greet her moments later.

"Really?" Beat. "Sure I will."

Specials
Mai Tai
Manhattan
Margarita

(And then a little further down - )

Blue Colada

It is her favorite color, after all.

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"I will drink them," X allows, reaching out to take the float. She does not smile back, largely because her face is not built for it.

"But I do not like them very much."

Beat.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, no problem."

Since the ice cream is still out, she caves and serves herself a scoop in a bowl, digging into it with a spoon.

"What's your name?"

"X," X says, matter-of-factly.

"Hello."

"Raven."

She offers up the name without prompting, but it seems like the nice thing to do.

"Um, hi. Is the float okay?"

"Yes," X says, nodding once.

"Thank you."

Beat.

"It is very good. The float."

Her mouth curves into a smile around another bite of ice cream.

"Good."

X hesitates for a fraction of a second.

"You like the ice cream?"

"It's pretty good."

She's still watching X with a curious expression.

"Someone said Bar has the best, though."

"I think she can," X offers, after a moment of thought.

"But if you do not want the best, she will give you that, too. If you ask."

Sometimes all you really want is cheap diner food.

X knows this from experience.

"Oh, you mean like really greasy food?" she asks, without missing a beat. "Great for a hangover, you know."

Then there's a beat.

"But - you don't drink."

"No," X agrees, easily enough.

"But I like street food. And diners."

So it all works out!

"Diners are good," she agrees.

There's a distressing lack of them in Oxford.

Sometimes she misses the States.

"What's your favorite diner food?"

"Soup," X says. "And sandwiches. Grilled cheese is very good."

In case there was any doubt.

"You have favorites, too?"

"Definitely grilled cheese."

She pauses to consider, wielding her spoon in the bowl, slowly turning it between her fingers.

"I can never say no to eggs."

"Omelets?"

X tilts her head a little, curious.

"Or it is not that specific."

"Not especially. In any form."

Her voice turns mock-serious for a second.

"I don't discriminate."

"I think that is probably good," X says, very seriously.

"For the eggs."

Beat.

"But it is okay to have preferences."

So she has been told many, many times.

"I don't know if they care one way or the other."

Did we mention we're amused?

"Then again, they usually get eaten one way or the other."

"I think," X says, only a little hesitantly, "that is what they are for."

Beat.

"When they are not fertilized."

Those are for something else entirely.

"In which case - no, thank you."

She wrinkles up her nose.

Charles gave her a plant once. It was dead within the week.

X considers that, head tilting very slightly.

"You do not want to raise chickens?"

"No way."

Raven pauses.

"Why, do you?"

"No."

X's response is prompt.

"But I have cats. And fish. And a cactus."

Beat.

"Cities are not good for farm animals."

"So you like pets, just not chickens as pets."

Raven pauses.

"How do the cats and fish get along?"

'Cause that seems like a relationship full of conflict. And potential eating.

"The squirt bottle was useful," X offers.

"For training them. The cats."

She pauses.

"A strong lid for the aquarium is important, too."