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*Meg is ~~brooding~~ ~~sulking~~ sitting in the bar looking quite reasonable. With coffee.*

Yes, *Meg says firmly.* Every moment.

~~No day but today.~~

"And make the most of things." A deep breath, and chuckle.

"Any ideas?"

*Meg considers.*

Turn into a bird and go flying for a bit? Flying helps everything.

"... but its pouring rain outside, Meg. Which... isn't fun to fly in at all. I know."

- oh. Point. *Meg looks crestfallen.*

Er. You could wear some of the weirder outfits in your wardrobe, just to see people's faces?

".... Not the slavegirl outfit, or the bikini armor, or the..... I don't even know what you would call that article that was just a few leather straps, really." A sigh and laugh.

It's very freeing, *Meg protests innocently.*

And that was right when Svava was sipping her hot chocolate. Cue the coughing and sputtering.

Ow, *Meg says mildly, as a few drops of hot liquid hit her arm.*

"You, can wear those outfits if you feel like doing so." Svava laughs, and grabs for some napkins.

I have to, *Meg points out.* The slavegirl bondage one, at least. I made a bet with Faith.

"Well.... there, you see? And.. if you need to borrow the one that showed up in my wardrobe, you are quite welcome to it." She figits.

"Um.... sheesh."

But just think of the look on Archie's face! *Meg says brightly.*

She doesn't need any hot chocolate to start coughing and blushing at that one.

*Meg is innocent. Oh, so innocent.*

Svava doesn't buy that for one moment. No, not at all. Laughing, she looks at Meg.

"You? Are evil."

*Meg blinks. Innocently, we might say.*

What, me?

"Yes, you." Svava laughs, and shakes her head.

"No slavegirl outfits, or any others that cover less than the bikini did. That still leaves others to choose from."

How 'bout that shiny red armor? *Meg offers obligingly.*

".... well, it covers everything." Svava sort of ponders this.

"And I left my other armor back in Nevada. Which does remind me, I do need to write to Kitt and PeeJee and see about getting it back."

*Meg does a bit of a doubletake.*

. . . Nevada?

That's somewhere in Africa, yes?

"No. America? Near California, I've been told. ... I don't think I've heard of Africa."

It's a continent, *Meg says vaguely, and grins.* Well - anyways, why don't we go try on that armor?

"Later I think I'm going to have to get a book of maps from the bar, I think." She laughs, then gives Meg a rueful look.

"Oh... alright. Since I don't have my own here." Svava grabs her cup of hot chocolate, and starts for the guest rooms.

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