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"The first taste I had was very bitter--I'm surprised at how much a little cream and milk improves it."

He raises an eyebrow at her. "How would knowing my story is known to you cause me distress? If my present if your past it is good that you know your history, the facts if not the details.

"It's the details I'm more interested in. I want to know what happened to my friends--to the little ones who were taken as I died. I know that Frodo succeeded in destroying the Ring but I do not know what happened to the others, to Sam and Gimli and Merry, for example."

"It is an acquired taste, and most experiment to find versions that suite them best."

She tilts her head. "I was speaking with a young woman, earlier. She asked me if I had heard of a certain individual, though the person could not have ever been to my world. And I had. Learning that to some people, her world was not real, distressed her. And I have a habit of putting my foot in my mouth. That is all."

She takes a drink of her coffee. "I have a copy of the book, if you should care to read it."

Boromir's brows furrow. "Not real? What do you mean?"

Crap. Sara has the feeling she's digging herself deeper. She sighs. "If you look around the bar, you see many different peoples, correct?" At his nod, she continues, "Not every person comes from the same place, or the same world. And their worlds may only be known as fantasy--places that do not exist on their own worlds."

"Well, yes, I learned that about the different worlds, somewhat . . . but I do not see how a person from a story can walk among real people such as ourselves. Even if we do come from different times."

~~Poor boy. It might be too much for him just yet.~~

Sara shrugs helplessly. "I do not truly understand it myself, Boromir. But I understand it as well as I understand anything in this bar."

~~It appears that way. Sara will keep her mouth shut.~~

"Yes," he says simply.

Sara searches for a new topic.

She grins wickedly as the thought occurs to her. "Do I seem so strange to you now that you have been here a few days?"

"Well . . . not as much as you did. Your times are strange but not the strangest I have heard of."

She chuckles. "Thank you, I suppose. Though I do understand what you mean. I have been surprised by some of the people I have met."

Though she hasn't run into an Oompa Loompa yet, she knows it is only a matter of time.

"Though most have been very kind. Just . . . different to what I'm accustomed." He shrugs.

She smiles wryly. "That is certainly one way of describing it." She shrugs herself, ordering another cup of coffee. "But I am finding the difference to be welcome. And this is now starting to feel like home."

Boromir looks around. "it is a nice place, certainly, but home?

Not yet.

He sips his coffee.

She nods. "When one is hear involuntarily, I suppose the perception of the place would be different." She shrugs again.

Vegas had ceased to be home for her several years ago. In some ways, she considers the bar to be a godsend.

"Asar-Suti mentioned many believe the dead are brought here for a purpose. I would like to know what that purpose is, in truth. The sooner I know the sooner I can fulfil it."

She shakes her head. "I'm afraid I cannot help you there, Boromir. The purpose may be for you to make peace with yourself and anything that happened while you were still living." She grins again, trying not to be morose. "Or maybe your gods wanted you to have some fun."

A quick frown crosses his face and he looks down at his coffee cup. "Fun . . . yes."

She raises an eyebrow. "Fun: a state of being where one is enjoying oneself. Also, a person is not generally on duty while having fun. The definition of what is fun varies from person to person."

"I know what fun is, thank you. I do not think my gods intend that for me here, however."

"Forgive me, I did not mean to cause offense. I was being sarcastic, a terrible habit of mine."

"No--I'm not offended. Thoughtful, perhaps."