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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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A few stray strands of midnight hair drift in front of Rhalen's pretty face and he removes them delicately.

"Of course, the opportunity for interaction is unprecedented."

Cally nods.

"Sometimes I'm surprised I manage to see the same people more than once." She glances around the bar. "Though, admittedly, the bar isn't as crowded as it often is, tonight."

He considered.

"That would seem to pose difficulties."

"Maybe," she says, thoughtfully.

"It wouldn't surprise me much if this bar managed to make it so people usually found each other."

Magic, she thinks.

Rhalen considered this for a moment.

"Given that I do not know the bar's exact motivations, I can only speculate, but it seems likely."

He paused.

"Sadly, I must bid you good evening."

He stood up from where he was sitting. He gracefully picked up Cally's hand and kissed it. His skin and lips were quite soft. He glanced up and smiled.

"Perhaps, I will see you again, Lady Cally. May good fortune smile upon you."

He walked away, but not without waving farewell.

Cally blushes slightly again at the hand kissing. If this trend continues, she may actually stop blushing about having her hand kissed before the school term ends for the year.

"Good evening, Rhalen," she says politely, though she wishes she'd stop blushing, and waves to him as he leaves.

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