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It's been an interesting few weeks, with Carlotta's oldest going to secondary school. Of course, this is the fifties, so at very least she doesn't have to work out how many pictures in front of her front door* to post on the internet.

She's settled down in one corner of the bar, oiling her Ringmaster's whip and watching the bar go by.

[*Which, living in a caravan, is indeed the only door]

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Teja's cat Myrrh approaches her, followed by a human that is not Teja who looks askance at the whip.

Carlotta wipes her hands before she pets the cat.

"Good evening." she says to both cat and human.

"Good evening," the human with Myrrh says. "Erm, what are you doing with that?"

"Oiling it." Carlotta said. "All whips need a good oiling now and again."

"Why do you need a whip?" the man asks.

Myrrh doesn't seem alarmed at all, though.

"I'm a dominatrix."

Beat.

"I'm just kidding, I'm a ringmaster, I run a circus. The whip is used to make a loud noise as part of the act."

"A circus?" Galen asks.

It almost makes sense to him but not quite. An arena for fighting, but something else? The translation spell can't adequately convey the concept.

Carlotta goes to the bar, and gets some pictures of a circus to show him.

"Like this."

Galen stares. "There are fathiers?" he asks, looking at a picture of horses wearing feathers on their heads.

"There can be." Carlotta says. "There can be many different acts."

"Like -- people jumping?"

He is holding a picture of trapeze flyers.

"Yes, we have those - trapeze artists." Carlotta says.

She offers a hand. "Carlotta Brown."

"Galen Erso."

"Where are you from, Galen?"

"Originally, Grange," Galen says. "I've lived on many worlds, including Coruscant, and died on a rainy little planet called Eadu."

"I don't know of those." Carlotta says. "I'm from Earth, awfully boring of me around here!"

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