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Svava is very, very resolutely acting as if nothing were out of the ordinary. That has served her well when visiting other worlds and trying to fit in. And this being Milliways, certainly there have people people around who've worn... outfits such as this, right? Right.

So, in red and black perfectly fitting space-agey type armor ~~created by the laws of anime physics~~, the Valkyrie makes her way over to the bar. Acting as if nothing is out of the ordinary at all. ~~Whee.~~

Hot chocolate with liquor is ordered.

ETA:Mun not feeling well, most likely out for the night.

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"I do not care to see my friends 'played' with, when that word is of the same tone as a cat 'playing' with a mouse. That goes for all of my friends and loved ones, Hannibal."

Her fingers tap on the surface of the bar. "And you've never said why you dislike him."

He crosses his lower arms and taps his chin with one of his uppers. He mutters to himself. "Hmm. What did I do with that recipe book? Did I end up leaving it in New England? Mm. No matter. Most of them can be found online now anyway ..."

He goes about closing up the cardboard box.

A long sigh. "Gods, Hannibal. What is the matter with you?"

He turns. "Hmm? Oh, I seem to have misplaced one of my favorite books ..." Deliberately misunderstanding.

"Not about that. Why are you not answering my question? Why are you upset?" Words clipped and careful.

"To the first, because your question is based on a false assumption.

"To the second, because you automatically assigned a malign intent to my words."

"Because quite a few of my friends have taken it upon themselves to threaten him; and you are much more the sort to undertake that then they. And follow up on it, by previous examples." Carefully, still watching him.

"And you call that my version of nice. How ... enlightening. I shudder to think what you would consider bad behaviour on my part."

"No. Your version of nice seemed to be either sarcasm or very dry humor." She mutters, then raises a brow, looking over at him.

Svava does not answer what she would consider bad behaviour on his part.

He gives her a very level (unamused) look. Then gathers up the box and .

With a mutter, Svava sets down her cup of half-finished hot chocolate, and heads for the back door.

Cold, wet, raining Scottish weather or not, its better to work off her temper out of doors.

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