milliways_bar | EP: Kate Barlow

Kate comes inside trailing clouds of dust behind her. She's been working the stables, as usual. Today was a hot one, and it didn't seem fit working the stock so long as the sun was high, so she set about cleaning and organizing instead. She takes off her hat and sets it on the Bar, wincing apologetically as dirt puffs up and settles on the lacquered surface.

"Beggin' your pardon, Miss. I'll clean it up. Meantime, could I get somethin' cold?"

A pint of peach cobbler ice cream pops up as she settles herself on a stool. She eyeballs it dubiously. How can you put a respectable cobbler in a bucket of cold ice cream? She don't believe it can be done. Naturally, she won't dismiss it out of hand without giving it a fair shake. For science, and all.

She opens a ledger and starts going over notes, scooting the pint closer. Every now and again, her hand strays to her chest, absently playing with the necklace she's wearing. It's strangely soothing.

[ooc: Open indefinitely, inside the bar or outside.]

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Elle slides it off her wrist, holding it out for her Kate. The moment it leaves her skin, however, sparks start snapping up along her lower arms.

It might be answer enough.

"Oh! Good gracious."

Her hand jumps when the sparks start flying. The silver cuff looks finely crafted, but she doesn't see anything terribly unusual about it and doesn't want Elle to go without it. She nods when she's done looking.

"Has it been difficult? Learnin' how t'think differently?"

She's not sure how else to describe it.

Elle slips it back on, and the sparks vanish.

"I think I'm getting better at it. I think that's why I..."

She nods down toward the now inanimate spoon.

"Really?"

How curious. Then again, being able to do what she did before was curious in its own right.

They might need more ice cream.

"So there's been no trouble t'speak of? Either in your world or here?"

... well, there's no way to answer that in the negative and it be 100% true.

"X, um - had something - "

(She feels a little bad about using X so as to not lie about herself, but. Not entirely.)

It's a smart move, anyhow. Kate's thoroughly distracted as soon as X's name comes up.

"Oh? When? What kinda somethin'?"

More importantly, is it a something she knows about, or something new?

She regrets it almost immediately, her eyes falling to the bar.

"She just - had a problem - with what she can do."

It's... sort of like the truth?

Kate's confused by how uncomfortable Elle looks.

"I see."

She figures if X was hurt or in some kinda trouble, Elle would let her know. Since she hasn't, she's willing to let it go.

Right now, she's more curious about the friend beside her than one who isn't here.

"Y'know somethin'? When was the last time you an' I had somethin' fun t'talk 'bout? Seems like our worlds have been pilin' it on lately; maybe you an' I should do somethin' for a change."

She glances back up.

"Like what?"

She scoops up a bite of melty ice cream, pondering over the question as she eats.

"Well. I ain't sure what you usually do on a quiet night, but I'm thinkin' popcorn an' moo-vees, maybe fixin' somethin' daring in the kitchens, or puttin' some coin in the jukebox. I go for a ride when I'm feelin' restless, but I ain't sure how y'feel 'bout horses."

Beat.

"I can watch movies."

It is, in fact, a thing she is capable of doing.

Kate smiles.

"Any favorites?"

If she recommends they watch Westerns, Kate might facepalm.

"I don't - usually choose," she admits.

"All right. Then we'll do it the way I usually do, an' let Miss Bar recommend somethin'."

It's daring, but most things involving Miss Bar in the decision-making process are.

"Would y'like anythin' with your popcorn?"

Elle doesn't say anything.

But she does rather conspicuously look to what's left of the ice cream.

(She needs her caloric intake, okay?)

The corners of Kate's eyes gleefully crinkle with amusement.

"Miss Bar? We're gonna need one'a them things that keeps cold things cold, a decent bucket of popcorn with them li'l candies y'gave me before, an' a stack of moo-vees t'choose from."

A tray materializes first, while one by one everything else collects on top of it. The ice cream is transferred to one of those insulated cozie-type containers, a big bucket of popcorn, lightly salted and buttered, sits prim in the middle, and several packages of milk duds are stacked beside it. The other corner of the tray has at least seven films piled up to choose from.

"I might not - know what these are," she says, eyeing the bar's film selection.

But as it does occur to her the same may be true for Kate, Elle doesn't sound so bothered by this.

"I pro'ly don't know what any of 'em are, either. Most I've seen are cartoons with Alex, a few Westerns, an' everythin' based on what H.G. Wells wrote."

She's also seen Billy Mays on 'tee vee', but that's neither here nor there.

As an afterthought, two Styrofoam cups with lids and straws join the banquet. Kate eyes everything, and turns to give Elle a smirk.

"Ready for an adventure?"

Elle looks over the movies to see if anything appears to fit Kate's descriptions, but then decides it doesn't really matter, and glances back up.

It still takes a few moments, but then, she smiles back.

EP: Kate Barlow | Main Bar

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