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But hopefully before she's too engrossed in her waitressing duties, Svava approaches.

*Bernard's there, so it's not a busy night anyway. Anthy smiles politely at Svava.* Good evening.

"Good evening," with a nod and smile back. "How are you today, Anthy? Are you all better? From the..." Svava motions vaguely where she had been cut by Alex the other day.

*looks a little uncomfortable* Oh -- yes. You healed me, didn't you? Thank you.

"Well... yes." Svava nods carefully, biting her lip. "You're welcome. But aside from that, are you alright?"

Yes, of course. *Anthy blinks at her.* Why wouldn't I be?

"Things happen." The Valkyrie shrugs, then gives her a faint smile. "So that's why I was asking."

Oh. Well, yes, I'm fine, thank you. *after a moment, curiously* I didn't know you could heal.

"Its runic lore." Svava shrugs, with a slight laugh. "Though that's one of the spells I was always better at. I've had more time to practice other spells since I've come here to Milliways, though."

*cautiously* Pardon my asking, but . . . what are you?

"Oh." A sheepish smile. "I'm a Valkyrie, Anthy. I'm from Asgard."

*Anthy still looks confused. Perhaps more confused.* . . . A Valkyrie? Oh?

"Oh. Let see. Asgard is the home of the gods. My main duties, when I was there, were to escort the souls of the chosen dead to Valhalla or Sessrunmir, the halls of Odin or Freya. I also did... waitressing in those halls, at night." With a slight grin.

"That's about the main of it, though sometimes we delivered messages for Freya or Odin as well."

*beams* You were a waitress? Oh -- did you want me to bring you anything?

You escorted the dead? *tilts her head*

"A waitress of a sort, yes. I learned quite a bit on how to hit someone with a serving tray." She grins, then nods.

"Some of them, yes. Warriors mostly, they ate and drank in the Halls at night, and had practices during the day..." Svava bites her lip.

"I'm not keeping you from working, am I?"

*blinks* I haven't learned that.

*and blinks again* What happened to the rest of them?

Oh, Bernard's on duty, and no one's waiting for service that I can see.

Svava nods, then a puzzled look at Anthy.

"The rest of who?" She may know who she's asking about. So-

"Here, let me see your tray, and I'll show you how. In case someone around here gets rowdy and you have to deal with them for a moment or two before security gets here."

Oh -- the rest of the dead, I meant.

*She looks uncertainly at her tray.* Are you sure that's a good idea? I don't know if I should.

"Oh. They went to their places." Svava bites her lip, and shrugs.

"Well, its better than getting hurt, isn't it?"

*curiously* Where were their places?

*She pauses* I don't know. It's not really a concern.

"To Hel's domain, or if they drowned, under the sea." She bites her lip. "That wasn't... my area, really. I just went were I was told."

Svava raises a brow, slightly. "I'd think it would be a concern. People care about you, and so you should take care not to get hurt."

*That makes sense to Anthy. She nods.*

*That doesn't. She . . . looks deeply uncomfortable.* Meg worries too much.

She raises a brow slightly. "Meg's said nothing to me about any of this. So, you can't say she worries too much."

Oh. No, I suppose she doesn't, anymore.

*Anthy casts about for a subject change.* Do you like curry?

"..... That's sort of depends. I don't really care for the sort they have here, unfortunantly."

*startled* You've had curry here? With who?

"With a fellow named Lister." Svava rolls her eyes. "The stuff tasted horrible, and he thought it was amusing that I thought it was too hot and spicy. The second time I dumped it over his head."

Ah. *amused* Well, my curry isn't too spicy. I was just asking, though.

"Hm. I still don't care for it much, though." She shrugs.

I wouldn't imagine so. Probably neither does he, if he had it dumped on his head. *Anthy definitely finds that idea far too amusing. She shakes her head.* I can't cook very much, I'm afraid.

"Who knows. He's not exactly... around here much anymore, anyways."

"Why don't you cook much?"

*sadly* People always seem to get angry when I do.

She gives Anthy a puzzled look. "Why do they? If its because you don't now how to cook... well, people can learn anything."

*skeptically* Flying?

"Depends on how... but yes." She grins slightly.

*frowns in thought* People can't learn to . . .

*This is Milliways. There isn't much people can't do.*

. . . avoid unhappiness. *She looks meaningfully around the bar.*

Now that was a sudden change of subject! Svava blinks at Anthy.

"Avoid unhappiness? What brought that up?"

Well, it's true, isn't it? You're the only person I've come across today who doesn't seem miserable.

She smiles wryly. "Thank you?" A shrug. "I try to keep busy and think of other things."

Does it always work?

"A good portion of the time." Svava nods, with a wry smile.

"Though, at this moment, I should get some rest, and keep from bothering you." She smiles, and starts for the guest rooms.

"I'm glad to see you're better, Anthy. Good night."

*smiles* Good night, Svava. It was nice talking to you.

She smiles, and waves back, before -

exunt.