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Last time was just a dream.
Or at least, she'd assumed it was a dream.
So this time must be a dream, as well.
That's as close as Christine gets to actual logic.

Therefore, when she delicately steps through the door, in a completely different, but equally extravagent dress, to find herself in the bar, she doesn't faint, but only gasps and places her hand on her exposed bosom ever so gently.

Okay, she may faint soon. There's dead people in this bar, after all.

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"Milliways Bar. You just passed out." He tilted his head questioningly. "You one of those narcoticoleptics my friend Hermione told me about?"

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"One of what?" she asks, confused.

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"One of those people that has that disease where they suddenly fall asleep at random. Since that's what you just did. Unless that was fainting." He forked some potato and started chewing away. "But it looked more like falling asleep. I've a friend who passes out a lot and with him it's more like--" He made a whistling sound that started high and went lower. "--WHUMP."

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She giggles, charmingly. "Oh, you are funny!" she declares.

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Ron didn't know whether to look perturbed, or to be flattered, so he settled with, "Yeah, I reckon I am."

Although there was a pause. "Are you sure you're not a robot?"

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Christine's eyes widen in confusion and perhaps offended fear.

"What's a robot?!" she asks. "I'm an opera singer!"

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"It's a...never mind." Ron shook his head. "So you sing then?"

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"Oh yes!" she declares. "At the Ankh Morpork Opera House! I play Cassandra in the current production!"

She then looks slightly panicked. "I have a performance in an hour! I have to go!"

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"Well, go on then," Ron said, waving a hand towards the door.

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She rises up into a standing position in a swish of taffeta

"Thank you so much for being so nice to me, sir!" she exclaims, kissing him on the cheek. "Maybe I'll see you in my next dream!"

And she sweeps off towards the door dramatically.

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He flushed despite himself and couldn't help but oggle slightly as she walked away.

Then he lifted an eyebrow. "...Dream?"