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*Meg is in the bar. With coffee. Take that, bar!*

Not as pretty, *Meg says hastily,* as any of the boys here.

*Thom deserves it, and Cuthbert's a gunslinger, he can take care of himself . . .*

"Alanna? No, she's definitely better-looking."

"Is she young or saggy?"

"Well, Anthy did say she was Thom's twin--right Anthy?"

Poor Cuthbert. Having not met Alanna yet, he doesn't realize how much trouble he'll likely be in if she ever gets wind of this conversation.

She's his really saggy ugly twin, *Meg says hastily. Alanna must be defendinated!* You'd be far better off with a nice pretty girly man.

*Thom is so, so torn.

Eventually he decides to look briefly grateful at Meg while stomping unobtrusively on Anthy's foot.

And Cuthbert's.

So it's like an unobtrusive hop.*

"I look out for your sister, no?"

He winks at Thom and wanders off.

Anthy whimpers. She has delicate feet.

"Ow." Cuthbert blinks as Manuel walks off, then glances at Thom. "Um. So. How's your sister in the taking care of herself department?"

*Thom has no sympathy for Anthy ever.* . . . my sister is the King's Champion. A legend in her own right. But despite the ballads not actually ten feet tall.

Quite short, actually, *Meg volunteers.* Thom's height, even. *This may be blatant hypocrisy from Meg, but.* You'd like her, 'Bert. Also she likes seeing men in tutus.

"So...she could handle a strange man in underwear, then?"

Bert snorts in amusement at Meg. "Well, it's too bad I've yet to wear one and plan to keep it that way, then."

Anthy finds the idea of Cuthbert inna tutu intriguing.

It probably shows in her face.

Anthy is crafty.

You still, *Meg reminds him,* have to show me how to dance that dance.

But yes. Alanna's handled plenty of men in underwear, although admittedly none as scary as this one.

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