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Moist doesn't like the kind of summer that the Sto Plains gets, air is not meant to be heavy and hot at the same time. Yes, Uberwald winters were horrible but the summers were never this bad.

His seersucker suit has lost all his starch and he's tired of hearing the same few stories from the same rich women day after day. If some sort of profit doesn't come out of this soon, he's going to where its cooler because the landed gentry aren't worth this much trouble.

After getting a beer in exchange for some curses, he sits down at a table with his tie loosened and his jacket off.

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The girl from the next table looks up from a notebook she's writing in. "If it's that hot where you're from, why don't you wear something cooler?" A couple days in the bar have given Val a bit of snark to throw around.

He glances at her and shrugs, "Some people don't feel that you're properly dressed unless you're wearing a suit."

"I would think that you would look worse and more dishevelled if you're wearing something that's inappropriate for the climate, but what do I know. I'm twelve."

"Its a summer suit, something inappropriate would be a winter suit."

"Oh, alright, I guess you'd be right." Valentine leans back in the chair. "So what are you doing that you need to be properly dressed so badly?"

"I was attending a garden party,"

And now he's not and can drink a beer and not be polite to boring women.

"That sounds horribly boring." Valentine wrinkles her nose. "Why in the world would you be doing something like that? Are they really that interesting?"

"Some of them are and they're useful people to know. What about you? You must be in school somewhere."

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"Ah, useful people to know in the way that they'll advance your interests in something? My brother talks like that all the time." She shrugs. "Greensboro, North Carolina. I'm in middle school."

"Yes, that's well put. Alfred Spangler currently outside Quirm on the Disc."

"I'm Valentine Wiggin. Good to meet you. Where's the Disc? I haven't heard of that place before. Or Quirm."

"Its a world that's carried on four elephants or ride a giant turtle through space. Quirm's one of the cities on the Sto Plains."

The gentleman at the nearby table wears a plaid suit and a flawless tie while sipping red wine.

The corners of his mouth rise minutely as he looks at Moist, as if amused by his wilted disarray.

Moist notes the man's fine suit and his glance, its not a welcoming one. Its actually rather familiar and one he knows how to use at times when someone judges him by the quality of his suit.

As its not a kind look and he's spent all day playing the poor relation who still has taste, he has no desire to do the same here and returns to his cool drink. Instead he meets the look with a bored look, he doesn't care.

"You must be waiting for monsoon, or a thunderstorm, where you come in from," he gentleman remarks, conversationally, with a little smile.

"Must I? I just thought it was rather hot out," He raises an eyebrow but not terribly far.

"Wiltingly so, in the way that precedes rain, or makes one long for it," the man says, sipping his wine.

"It might, I didn't see any storm clouds coming from the Hub,"

And he does know a good deal about thunderstorms growing up as he did in Uberwald.

"They must be quite welcome when they do come," the man says. "The hub?"

Moist takes another long drink of his beer before answering,

"Yes, the Hub, that's where the mountains are and storms like it up there."

"Storms are capricious things and do have their little ways," the man says. "So why not gather at a hub. It seems a fitting name for that place."

"That and its at the center of the Disc."

"You live on a flat world that turns around its centre like a wheel?" the man says. "Interesting concept. Neat."

"I do, yes," Normally people question him more as apparently the Disc is harder to believe in than Milliways.

"Interesting concept," the man says. "What is keeping people from hurtling off the rim? Even if there is no gravity beyond it, there will be centrifugal forces."

"Nothing, most people are just smart enough to not go sailing near the Rim."

"It sounds like common sense," the man says. "Naturally, there will be people in whom that sense is missing, but they occur in all worlds."

He sips his wine, as if unconcerned.

"Yes, and they tend to be wizards and like to go poking at what they don't understand."

"Wizards," he says. "That makes sense. I'm sure I have seen books from your world upstairs in the library."

"There probably are, there's everything in that library. Are you from an Earth?"

"Yes," the man says. "And one that doesn't have any magic or the like, as far as I can tell. It's never to be completely excluded, naturally. Just because I never saw it, I cannot claim it doesn't exist."

Moist nods and continues drinking, this man seems to know all the Milliways questions and answers.

"So, your world has mountains at the hub and oceans at the rim, has it?" the man then asks, giving Moist a curious look.

"I thought you'd seen books about my world. The Disc is hard to mistake,"

This man seems to prove he knows things when he doesn't, Moist would rather that he decided whether he's a know it all or curious. It would make the conversation simpler and possibly over sooner.

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"Books from your world," the man says, mildly. "Naturally, I am curious. Your world works rather differently from mine."

"From many here, yes it does,"

Moist isn't going to give up any more information because he dislikes the way this man seems to expect to be told whatever he likes. He keeps his face and voice neutral.

"All worlds are different," the man says. "But yours is something of an outlier."

Pause.

"But I am being rude. I should introduce myself instead of giving rein to my curiosity. I'm Dr. Hannibal Lecter."

He doesn't actually care that much since the apology is one of the most insincere he's heard. And he knows, he's a master of them and he's in no mood to be manipulated by someone who's that obvious about it. So he stands up since he's finished his beer,

"Apparently, if you'll excuse me, I need to get a refill. If you read more about my world, be careful of the books, they can be dangerous. You wouldn't want to get caught up in any of it."

"You have no name to offer?" Dr. Lecter observes, seeming amused.

"Maybe another time," Then he walks away to get another beer.

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