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The specials show up on the board the minute he gets there. Bartending's fun -- at least he had fun the last time he was back here -- and if nothing else, he'll have paid off that new set of clothes Bar gave him after his trip to Ellen's world. The last thing he wants is to be known as some kind of freeloader. He's always paid his way, ever since he was seventeen and found himself alone, and there's no reason he'd stop doing it just 'cause he's stuck here.

Tonight's Specials

Easy Action
Between the Sheets
A Goodnight Kiss

The specials make him laugh but hey, they're kind of appropriate and at least they go in progression. He adds one more thing to the board before setting up shop for the duration:

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Oh.

Oh. She doesn't--

"Let's just say for now that yeah, the glasses are countries. Island nations, discrete entities. This one's yours, this one's mine, and this third one is this place." Maybe she doesn't even know what a bar is, or a booth or a bathtub or even some of the clothes people here are wearing. That's...

Wow.

"And the blue seas, they're all around us. So to get from your world to mine, the travel would take a really long time. And then when you got there, all the customs and people and clothes and food would be different from what you know. Each of these is like its very own little world."

He could take it a step further and say that the blue seas are really blue skies, but one thing at a time.

"Does it make sense that way?"

Well, she does know what a bathtub is, in a way. But only because the Cretans had them. Her people bathe in rivers or rain. As for the rest... well, there are foreigners from every corner of the world here, in every color man is made in, and so there will be every kind of custom to contend with. That much, she grasps.

But she nods a little, as it makes much more sense than the person who had tried to say that this wine-shop was floating in the sky somewhere. As if anything so big could stay up, when thunder-stones smaller than a man's fist must fall!

"Sense enough, I think, yes."

"Okay." They can go with that for now. He knows when he first got here the place pretty much threw him for a loop, and he knows bars and bar patrons and even if he wasn't expecting one to show up in place of that market, he wasn't putting anything past the Cylons.

He can't imagine showing up here without that much of a frame of reference, even though it's not her first time here. Frak it, it might as well be.

"Sorry about the confusion over the words." Ultimately it doesn't matter what someone calls a world away, it's still a world away. Whether in someone's mind it sits in the skies or in the heavens or in the oceans really doesn't matter when you don't have a way to get from one to the other. "It's just that different people have different ways of saying things, that's all."

She calls the representation of the planets a cup, he calls them glasses, but they both serve the same purpose.

"But you got it right: my Caprica, it's very very far away."

"It's all right. In the Bull Court they speak more languages than I know how to count," says Thalestris, "so we all learn what Greek we can, and have that in common. But even then we confuse each other with the words as like as not. So that is nothing new, and I'm only sorry I didn't understand."

"No, no, it's good. It's all good. No one's fault, just different ways of saying things."

Frak, but he's no teacher. He can take someone from rookie ball player to pro, but he can't take someone from I don't know what a planet is to space travel. Lucky for him, that's not his job.

"Tell you something, though: you're gonna be great at what you do. You've got the right attitude." Talk about taking the bull by the horns: she'll do that literally. "I think you're gonna be able to do anything you set your mind to, Thalestris."

At least he hopes so. It'd be a frakking shame if it didn't work out, 'cause it's not like she has any kind of choice in the matter. Other than to stay here, he guesses.

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