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[Sario is in the bar, at his normal table, dressed in his normal clothes and doing what he normally does.]

[you know how it goes]

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*He bursts out laughing.* -- of course, moualimo.

Ah, but it is. You should always appear so.

[he tilts his head, and then there is a flicker of a smile]

You even pronaunced it right...bravo.

*Thom echoes Sario's earlier question, voice-perfect* Improving?

Slowly.

*He thinks of the previous night. (Not fast enough.)

And shrugs.* Enough.

Enough for...?

For me?

*Thom blinks at Sario. What else could he have meant?*

Will you ever improve enough for you?

Well . . .

As honesty's always important.

No.

There you go.

*Thom peers at Sario's sketchbook.*

Dell?

[he glances at the sketch of Delia]

You know this girl?

*snickers* Probably I was the only one at Court who hadn't.

[Sario raises an eyebrow]

Now, why would you know a courtesan?

Oh . . . we met at the convent, actually. She's a year or so my senior.

Two.

[he stares]

Convent.

*Thom looks confused.* Yes, and?

What were you doing at a convet?

The first stage of a young sorcerer-to-be's training takes place there, of course.

[slightly supsicious]

Of course.

*But of what?

Convents aren't for girls or . . . anything . . .

Thom clarifies.* The Daughters of the Goddess always teach young boys magic. For about two years, that's all.

What a queer system.

*blinks* Not particularly . . .

Is that so?

Well . . . it's the only system I know. I suppose it's different elsewhere.

*absently* It was queerer in the Cloisters.