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Faith's in the bar again, or maybe she never left, it's hard to say. She's finished with all her notebooks, and is now busy consuming an extraordinarily unhealthy breakfast that consists of sausage, Pop Tarts, and Red Bull. Fear. Come chat with her, if you like, but mostly, fear.

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Fray'll have one of those poptarts, please...

Or, she steals one, takes a bite and pulls a face.

Whatever.

They're the frosted fudge kind, of course. Mm, chocolate. "What's the matter? Don't have them anymore in the future?" Faith pauses. "Ohgod, you don't, do you?"

"Not that I've ever seen," she says. "Why would someone do this to perfectly innocent chocolate?"

"So you can warm it and have it hot," Faith says, shrugging. "try the sausage if you don't like the Pop-tarts." She swipes the one Fray just took a bite of and finishes it off. "What's up?"

"Nah, I'll get my own, I think," she says graciously. "Hey, Bar, can I have some waffles, please?" A plate appears for her.

"Nothin's up, just thought I'd say hi. How's things with you?"

"Eh. Finished writing down my dreams. Planning to take a friend to Connor's world 'cause in hers we used Earth up ages ago and she's never seen it." Faith shrugs. "The usual."

"This the girl from seventy-something?" Mel asks, before taking a mouthful of waffle.

"Kaylee. I'm not sure of the exact year. Way in the frigging future, I know that." Faith shrugs. "She's cool."

She shakes her head, "Nah, girl I met was called Starbuck. From way way in the future when most of humanity's been wiped out by killer robots.

"At least it wasn't demons."

"Killer robots. Lovely." Faith snorts. "Nah, in Kaylee's time apparently we've just...used it up. Poisoned the planet with pollution and stuff until there's nothing left."

"That sounds more likely then the robots, actually," Mel comments.

"Yeah, people are...kinda stupid sometimes." Beat. "Most of them time." Beat. "Almost always."

"You give people too much credit," there's a sparkle in her eyes, though. "I wouldn't be surprised if we have to evacuate pretty soon after my time. The air's pretty nasty there already."

"Hey, at least you'll always have this place to come back to," Faith says. "Nice and clean and healthy."

She regards Faith carefully.

"Not that this place isn't growing on me or anything, but I'm still leaving the minute I have the chance. I have work to do at home."

Faith laughs, softly. "Found something else we don't have in common, I guess. I've kinda started...this place is home."

"'s fair enough. You've got Connor, and Security, and there's a world fulla Slayers to take up the slack. I'm needed back home." ~~Like the Murphy's~~, she's not bitter.

"I'm not sayin' I won't go back," Faith says. "'Course I'll go back. 'Cause it's duty, and stuff, plus I'm sure the itch to kill stuff will get pretty damn strong when I can leave again...but I won't like doing it."

She gives a little half-shoulder shrug. "'Cause you've got Connor and Security here. I've got nothin' tying me to this place, and family waiting for me at home."

Faith snorts. "And I've got nothing but duty tying me to my world, and all my family is here."

"That's the difference then," Mel says, cheerfully. "'m not sayin' you should be all excited about getting home, 'm sayin' I am goin' back at the first opportunity."

"Yeah." Faith tilts her head. "So what's your family like, then?"

"Sister. Erin. Older'n me. Cop." she says. "We're not very close, but we're workin' things out."

"Your sister's a cop?" Faith winces. "That must...be interesting."

'Suck' was the first word that came to mind, actually.

She wouldn't be wrong.

"It certainly is," Mel gives a wry grin. "She don't approve of me much."