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*Lo and behold, he is the Tim. And he is in bar. And, as usual, he has something in his hands. It's the gift he got from his secret santa, a crystal ball. One that lets him see anyone he wants to. He's been using it a lot lately, for two purposes. One is for his deck. For references. The other? Molly.

And thats who he's looking at right now. Her dark curls, her soft skin, that rosy glow... He misses her. One day he'll find the real Molly again.*

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Cue the Ace-wail.
"I didn't! I'm always nice to sentient furniture!" poor hungry time-traveller.

Just be more specific next time. You are a paying customer.

Ace gives up on her food and abandons her plate, which disappears where-ever used plates disappear off to around the Bar. She takes a seat at Tim's table.
"I was specific. I asked for bangers and mash. I got that bloody fruit and a ham sandwich. I told you, the Bar is plotting against my desire for fried and starchy foods." she sulks.

*Tim snickers, taking a look at the girl in his crystal ball again.*

Yeh. Sounds right.

Ace wishes that she hadn't abandoned her plate. There was still plenty fruit to throw at him.

*Tim waves a hand, and a plate of bangers and mash is before her.*

So, any other issues?

Watch Ace drool. Drool Ace, drool. She attacks the food like she hasn't eaten in days, 'cause its good food.
"Nope. Still working out the logistics of the walkabout." she replies once she comes up for air.

Need anything?

*Rolling the crystal from finger to finger.*

"Nah. I'll just be bringin' some food..." she sighs, realizing it'll probably be fruit. Hopefully of the non-bouncy kind. Though that'd make good projectile weapons against any demonic bunnies she may encounter.
"And some cannisters of Nitro, and a sleeping roll. Don't need much, really." she shrugs.

Boom Stick?

*he offers.*

And Ace staaaaares.
"And do what with it? Bonk bunnies over the head?"

Shoot them?

Ace wrinkles her nose.
"Don't like guns much. Fiddly. Very... imprecise." she settles on. Truth is, she's afraid she'd shoot her own foot off. The Doctor takes a distinct adversion to guns, and doesn't ever allow her to play with them. Thus, a definite lack of experience.

Rabbit repellant?

*Said seriously*

"Tim, I wanna get a good look at them. Their front ends, not their hind ends." she clarifies. "How can I do that if they're all running from some awful stench?"

Rabbit Phermones then?

"You're evil." Ace is nothing if not blunt.

*Tim jerks upright, crystal thumping to the table.*

Who told?

Ace cracks up. This is no genteel lady-like laughter. This is full-out, crying, dear-Lord-I-hope-I-can-still-breathe laughter.

*Ah! A joke! Got it. He laughs too.*

Ace finally gets her breath back, though she's still grinning ear-to-ear. She pushes away from the table.
"I'd better be trotting off to bed, got a long day of equipment-gathering and walkabout-planning tomorrow. Thanks for the food... and the laugh." she yawns, and rises, heading towards the staircase. It is entirely possible that Tim doesn't notice the little victory dance Ace does as she walks away. For once, she left the table first.

(ooc: It's getting late-ish, and I have to be coherent in class tomorrow. G'night, oh evil one. *grin*)

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