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Cally's back in the bar with her newspaper.

She's frowning at it.

She's doing the crossword puzzle and trying to remember exactly what ichthyologist's study.

If it doesn't occur to her soon, she'll probably have to give in and buy tea. Or something stronger, depending on how the rest of the crossword goes.

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Did she just hear that cat muttering under its breath? No, no, of course not. Cats can't talk. Maybe. Cally is no longer so sure of this, since arriving at Milliways.

"Oh," she says, comprehension dawning on her face. "Fish. An ichthyologist studies fish!" She grins and writes it down on her crossword.

"Thank you," she scritches underneath the cat's chin. "You're a clever little cat, aren't you?"

Clever, yes. Cat, no.

Cally starts, moving her hand away from the cat.

Tilting her head down slightly so she's eye level with the cat, she says, "Not a cat? Do I need to be more specific and say 'talking cat?'"

I am no cat, merely taking the shape of one.

*he inclines his head slightly* Thank you for the lovely salmon and the scritching. They were quite nice.

"Oh. I...see." Though she doesn't really. Not the whole picture at least.

"You're most welcome. I'm glad I could be of service."

You were most generous, and have my thanks.

But now I must bid you good night, Cally. I wish for sleep.

*He drops off the bar and slinks away.*

A little bemused, Cally replies, "Good night." She watches him slink off curiously before returning to her crossword.

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