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*There's a white cat on the bar. Unusual? No. Of note? He surely thinks it is.*

She rolls her head back into him.

"That it wouldn't be hard, no bein' as dumb as I look. See, from how I see it, if you're justifying that on a scale relative to creation, you're implying my intelligence is significant on that scale."

My, my, what an inflated ego you have, Mel. On the contrary, the only point in using the scale relative to creation was to point out that you have a place within it. But for some reason you are assume it is a significant point on the scale. I never implied that. I just said you were on the scale, not that it was a significant factor in it.

She shakes her head in a resigned annoyance.

"s'a shame really. It was a decent insult before you tried to justify it with words."

*Yrael is bored.* Only because someone here asked for justification. Either they could not understand it by itself, or they could not just take the insult as it was. You ruined it by yourself.

He's not the only one. Mel finishes her coffee, and shrugs under his weight.

"Still rude," she says.

*Yrael stretches, comfortably.*

I won't hold it against you too much.

She shrugs again and stands.

"Whatever."

As you say.

*He clings with claws to keep his balance as she stands.*

"You wanna come see what's been keepin' you up at night?" she asks, heading towards the Staff Quarters

I shall ride until you reach my corner, then I shall bid you good evening, if that would be alright.

"All right," Mel reaches up and rubs his head. She's sarcastic, but she's not easily upset.

*A drop of blood from her arm splashes his nose. He goes crosseyed for a moment, but his purring at the rubbing does not abate.*

Here is my stop.

*There is the corner, with an open-topped cardboard box, a violin case, a few books, music, and other things on the floor, with a leaf-and-flower wreath hanging above it on the wall. Home sweet home, for Yrael.*

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