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."
"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."
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."
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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?"
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Though she hasn't run into an Oompa Loompa yet, she knows it is only a matter of time.
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Not yet.
He sips his coffee.
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Vegas had ceased to be home for her several years ago. In some ways, she considers the bar to be a godsend.
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