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She takes a long drink of her coffee with a pleased pat for the bar.

"See, it's all a matter of culture, really. And I've never been much of a breakfast person anyway."

Somehow, this is logical in her mind.

"A time-traveling spaceship, though? That's awesome. Sounds like it'd make a great video game or something."

Ace sniggers, which is a snicker with less pretenions.
"I'm gonna have to remember that." she replies, imagining the Doctor's face if she ever got the nerve up to tell him.
"So what do you do when you're not at the bar drinking coffee?"

"Just at the moment, I live in Denver... I've been working at a toy store to save up money over the holidays, but I'm moving to Boston soon, to a really great job. Although... I spend a lot of time here, drinking coffee." She grins again.

"Denver... you're a Yank then?" she asks, but plows on to her other question instead of waiting for an answer. "And not Bound? That must be lovely."

"Not as much as some people might be, no, but yeah, I'm American. And... I was Bound, for a while, but due to a mixup around Christmastime I managed to get unBound." She shrugs. "There's almost more keeping me here anyway, though. It feels more like home than Denver has been, lately. I'm considering moving all my stuff in here anyway, and then just working in Boston once I move... it'll save on rent, at least."

"And food. Do you think the bar packs paper-sack lunches?" she wonders, deciding in her own mind that if it did, it probably only made healthy ones. She's also curious as to how one might be more or less American, but already knows that politics is not exactly a safe topic anywhere, generally.

Kestrel is, of course, fully American... but she doesn't consider herself to be particularly Yankee. Especially not compared to, say, PeeJee.

"Haven't a clue, actually... haven't really had a reason to ask her. I'm sure she would if I asked nicely, though." She chuckles a little.

Ace rolls her eyes in a distinctly tweenager fashion.
"And if I ask, I'll get a fruit smoothie with soy protien and bloody vitamins." she sighs. At least when she's travelling with the Doctor she can sneak unhealthy food now and then. She isn't sure why Bar has decided she needs to go on a health kick, but she'll definitely be glad when it's over.

Kestrel raises an eyebrow. "Nothing against fruit smoothies here, although I'm not so sure about the soy... did you piss off Bar somehow?"

Ace shrugs, bewildered.
"I'm always very nice to sentient furniture. I figure it's in my best interest." This definitely excludes tempermental homocidal pepper pots - there's limits, there are.

"Well, yeah... makes sense..."

She shrugs, eyeing the bar with some confusion, and pets her a little.

"You didn't say anything weird, or anything?"

Watch Ace blink. Blink Ace, blink.
"This is me we're talking about." she states blandly.

"Well, yes. But I don't know you. So I don't know if you're likely to regularly say things that are weird. I know that I do, but I've managed not to do anything to upset Bar so far..."

One hand is lightly stroking the bar's surface, although she might not realize it.

"Personally, I think the Professor managed to send the Bar a message that went something along the lines of 'And make sure Ace eats her veggies'." she sighs longsufferingly.
She doesn't add that she wishes that he had sent a message to her instead. Or that she wishes that she could send a message to him. Or anything else of that sort.

She chuckles a little.

"Well, it's probably healthier for you this way... not that that's that much of a consolation, I know. Tell me... you done with that?"

Ace looks a little lost.
"With... what? This?" she waves the half-eaten piece of fruit.

"Yeah... you want some ice cream or something?"

Not quite waiting for a response, Kestrel turns to the bar again.

"Bar, lovely, two bowls of your best chocolate ice cream, would you? Please? I think she gets the point."

"Oh Lord, please?" Look at the pitiful Ace-puppydog-eyes. The girl'd kill for chocolate. The fruit hits the plate and bounces a bit, anchored by the fork still stuck in it.

Laughing softly, Kestrel pushes one bowl over to Ace.

The bar is quite good when it comes to ice cream.

"Looks like she's taking pity on you."

Before she answers, she scoops up a heaping spoonful of ice cream and downs it with the efficiency that comes naturally to a tweenager. Her eyes roll back with bliss. Ah, chocolate. She does remember her manners, and swallows before talking.
"Did I mention I love the Bar? Ummhmm." she sets about to clearing the bowl of ice cream in record time.

It's entirely possible the bar was sneaky enough to put vitamins in the ice cream, as well, but if so, it's not suffering for the flavor.

Kestrel digs in to her own bowl.

Ace wouldn't care at this point of the ice cream had been solely made with that sadistic fruit. It's wonderful.

There are few things more platonically pleasing than blissing out on chocolate ice cream.

Yum.