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"I just found out a few days ago. Three of my best friends died too, apparently." His expression is hard to read. It looks like he's trying to be carefully blank, but there's a strange mixture of anger and sadness making it's way through.

"...Oh." She looks down, unsure what she can say. But although she's uncomfortable and rather sad for him, she's also angry at whoever this traitor was. Mouse has already died, he shouldn't have to live... be dead with the knowledge of the deaths of his friends. "Who... who told you that?"

Mouse continues to stare at the cup of coffee. "Jonathan. Do you know him? He's pretty cool." Or he is when he's not bringing the bad news.

She shakes her head. Although Mouse probably couldn't see that, so she adds; "No. I don't think so." There is a lengthy pause.

Then she says; "If he shows up in Milliways, rules or no rules, I will help you kill him." Anyone saying that normally might sound flippant. One look at her face, which shows no trace of her usual smile, shows she is deadly serious. Awkward situation or not, Shelley's friends are not to be hurt.

"That means a lot." If it means spending the rest of his afterlife in a cell, so be it. Cypher deserves whatever he gets.

"Not a problem."

She takes a tactful sip of her coffee. "So... just out of curiosity - d-don't tell me if you'd rather not, but... how did he know? Is he from your world?"

"You're going to think I'm crazy."

She looks a tad sceptical. "In Milliways?" She continues to look enquiringly at him. "You're not crazy. I've met crazy people. They tend to foam at the mouth more. And sing. I promise I won't."

"Okay. So, um. In Jonathan's world? I'm from a movie." He watches closely for a reaction.

There isn't much of a one to be seen. Apart from the little wheels you can almost see turning in her head...

"Okay." Apparently perfectly composed again, she sips her coffee. When he doesn't immediately say anything, she says; "I was greeted my first time here by Snow White, of all people. And if you agree with the Theory of Infinity, anything's technically possible. Freaky, but there you go. The world is crazy." She half smiles. "Not you."

She puts down her cup. "So... Weird, that must mean people know your story as well... if not better, in places, than you do. That's... quite harsh, actually, now I think about it."

"I'm trying to adjust. It's... not going so well," he admits. "It seems like every day there's some painful new thing that I didn't know."

"You haven't been having the best time, sounds like," she admits. "But... I guess it's got to get better sometime." She's doing her best to be comforting, you can give her that.

"I have the rest of my afterlife to figure stuff out."

She looks at him, rather unhappily. "Well. I just hope it's a better one than your actual life. Karma owes you. 'Cause it doesn't sound good. Was it all bad, though? Your life on your ship?"

"No. I had friends, even if they made fun of me sometimes. Well, a lot of times. But it was friendly-like teasing. And we were doing good." Mouse thought his life was pretty decent, actually.

"Well, that's good at least. The same..." she breaks off before going all the way to tactless. "Y-yeah." She pushes over a plate of cookies in silent apology. Then, "Well. We of all people should know that there's... things after you die. Maybe... You never know, they could show up here one day."

"Anything's possible, I guess." He takes a bite of cookie. Mmm.

Shelley sticks with her coffee. The brownies didn't cause the whole falling-in-love thing, but still. Not so good with baked things. Maybe she's... allergic?

"Yeah. Anything... Even sentient Bars. And Dreams getting married." She had been a little confused by that one.

Mouse eats another cookie. ~~He hasn't heard about Anthy yet.~~

"I'm just sort of letting it all happen, you know? I should stop questioning things." Keep dreaming, Mouse.

"I guess here, of all places, that's the way to go," she agrees. There is another pause.

"This movie. H-have you seen it yet? Because I have to admit, I'm curious..."

"No, I haven't seen it. Um. If I ever do, I'll... I'll let you know." Mouse looks at the coffee cup again. He doesn't know if he wants to see it yet, or even if he can.

"Yeah, well... don't feel like you have to, or anything. But... thanks. I'd finally know how the whole sometimes 90s, sometimes next millenia thing works out." She doesn't look particularly exited at the thought. Just... well, curious.

She also looks at his coffee mug. She has to say something. "That coffee has got to have been cold for ages. I'll grab you another one." She takes it before he can say yes or no, and goes to the Bar to get replacements for them both.