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[balletrat]

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

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[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

".... 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."

[balletrat]

*Meg does a bit of a doubletake.*

. . . Nevada?

That's somewhere in Africa, yes?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

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

[balletrat]

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

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"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.