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"...... oh so many things, Lady Ako." She sighs, and sits down on the floor, so a fox may sit in her lap, if wanted. "Good and bad both."

And crawl into Svava's lap she does. Being a true shape-shifter, not just a cat like a certain calico, Ako doesn't have any issues with the armor. She just conforms her body to be comfortable anyway.

She pets the fox for a few more moments, then smiles. "But, you'll probally like the good. I've met someone."

"Did you sit on his lap?"

She asks, twisting around to get her belly rubbed.

Svava blinks, and blushes. "Um... no. I don't think so. I.. um... did fall asleep against him once, though."

"That's a good way to continue a friendship."

Which is how Ako thinks of these things. Her view on sexuality is kind of fluid.

"What's his name?"

"Archie Kennedy. He was in the british navy, right before their year of eighteen oh two." She smiles.

"That's wonderful!"

Ako fox-grins in return.

"Eighteen oh two was a hard time, I'm glad he found here."

"... I rather guess it was a hard time. He's... sort of dead." Svava gives a rueful nod to the fox.

"Oh."

She says, still in fox-form but as her player is logged in as someone else the icon is wrong.

"I'm sorry."

A bit of a wry smile to the fox, fingers gently combing through red fur. "Well... a lot of people are dead here, and you really can't tell. Its not... Its different. Sort of like the einherjar back home; they were dead, but not really?"

She moves away from Svava, and changes into her human form,

"I'm afraid I don't know what einherjar are."

A chuckle and a shrug, getting up to her feet gracefully. "They're fallen warriors, chosen by Odin or Freya to reside in their halls in Asgard. They feast at night, fight in the day, and otherwise spend time until they are called upon for Ragnarok."

"Ah, I see."

She nods, and beams at Svava,

"And is your young man one of them?"

"His world isn't Midgard... so he isn't." A faint smile.

"I do believe he would have been, however."

She laughs again, brightly.

A puzzled smile back to her. "Why is that amusing, Lady Ako?"

"I am joyful, Svava."

She spreads her hands wide,

"It is what I do."

A smile, only faintly wry. "That must be all very good, then. You are lucky."

"I am, yes."

Because it is a luck to know how to act, and how to be joyful even when circumstances are not.

Svava chuckles, and stands. "Well then, Lucky Lady Ako, may I get you a drink?"

"Certainly. Green tea with crispy rice, please."

She stands as well, and makes her way to a seat.

Svava just blinks at the order, then nods, and requests it from the bar. "And a hot chocolate, if you please?" A smile and pat to the bar, and she takes a seat herself.

Green tea with crispy rice is
A) a real drink and
B) damn good.

Ako makes a murring noise of pleasure when she gets it.

Svava giggles quietly, and sips her own hot chocolate. She looks young when she laughs, the scifi armor not withstanding.