Breakfast at Milliways

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Richard steps behind the bar and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

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[flybywash]

Wash nods and takes a long pull of his coffee. "Yeah," he says. "Everybody speaks it back home. I still forget that almost nobody's going to know what I'm yammering about if I use it here." A small smirk. "On the plus side, it means I can be sneaky and use stealth insults."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard rolls his eyes and grins.

"I knew i shuld have paid better attention in French class."

[flybywash]

He laughs. "Can't help you there, sorry. But...." He scoops up the last bite of his omelette and chews, thinking. "Liú kŏushuĭ de biăozi hé hóuzi de bèn érzi. There you go. Much better than French."

[go-between.livejournal.com]

He snerks.

"What was that? And do I need to revoke your coffee privileges now?"

[flybywash]

"Hey, I say it only to educate!" Wash clutches at his coffee with mock-protectiveness. (Or maybe not so much with the 'mock' part.) "And it's 'stupid son of a drooling whore and a monkey.' But, see, now if somebody calls you that, you'll know! And you can say it right back at them."

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Richard laughs and tops off his coffee.

"Duely noted. I'll try to remember it."