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*Cordelia comes down the stairs, looking rather bedraggled. Her green gown has clearly been slept in.

She steps up to the bar.*

Black coffee, please, very hot. And Barrayaran-style breakfast groats, if you have such a thing.

*The coffee appears, along with a wide shallow bowl of steamed groats, with a pat of butter melting in its center and a small jug of maple syrup standing alongside.*

Oh, yes. God bless you.

*begins to eat hungrily*

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Crichton approaches from the side. wearing his spacesuit but not the helmet. "Hey, that looks good, do you mind if I have some?"

Not at all. Bar, another order of groats, please?

*The second bowl appears, steaming hot. Cordelia slides it down the bar.*

Have we met?

Crichton smiles. "Don't think so. The name's John, John Crichton." He extends a gloved, spacesuited hand.

*shakes the gloved hand* Cordelia Vorkosigan.

...Is that a pressure suit you're wearing?

"Something like that. The bar's still upset at me for the whole margarita incident and hasn't given me any food in days. 'Swhy I'm wearing this, I thought I could fool it, cuz it's hard to see through the helmet" -he holds up the helmet- ". Didn't work, though."

The ... margarita incident? I think I missed that one. What happened?

Crichton looks surprised. "Oh, well, a few days ago I decided to test out what the bar could do. I played a bit of 20-questions, one margarita for yes, two for no. Only got up to three... before the thing started spewing out margaritas like it was Cinco de Mayo.

With all the messing around with time in this bar, heck, it could have been Cinco de Mayo..."

*grins* Well, after last night's exploding curry, I'm not sure the bar is in any position to be holding a grudge against anyone.

"Tell the bar that." He takes a bite of the groats. "What did you say this is?"

Steamed groats with butter. They eat it for breakfast on Barrayar.

*pours a little more maple syrup on her own groats, passes the jug to Crichton* It's good with the syrup, too.

*She pauses a moment, then evidently decides to take Crichton at his word.*

Bar? I think you've made your point.

Crichton takes another spoonful. "It's actually pretty good. Reminds me of Quaker oatmeal..."

*What goes through Cordelia's mind at the mention of "Quaker" is a rather confused jumble of pre-spaceflight Earth religion and seismic disturbances. Sensibly, she decides not to inquire further.*

So where are you from, John Crichton?

"Earth. Like most of the people here, I guess, but my Earth seems a lot more bland in comparison. You?"

Chaos Colony on Sergyar, lately. Quite a few wormhole jumps away from Earth.

Crichton blinks. "Did you -- did you just say wormhole?"

*Cordelia blinks back* Yes. Wormholes. Basis for pretty much all the interplanetary travel we've got.

"Wait, so, for you people wormhole travel is commonplace. As in, everyday. As in, you can tell me how to make one."

*frowns*

Make one? I don't know of any case of successfully making a wormhole. The trick is finding them.

And, of course, having a ship fitted with Necklin rods and a pilot fitted with the right hardware.

Crichton groans. "So close, and yet..."

*Moiraine walks up.*

... Will?

Hello, Moiraine. No, it's Cordelia. We seem to've switched back sometime during the night.

I take it you haven't seen Will, then?

*She looks pleased.*

Cordelia. No, I have not seen Will.

Are you well? No lasting ill effects?

Not that I can tell. *wry smile* Or, well, nothing but the usual side effects of sleeping in one's clothes and with one's hair still half up.

*arrives, catching the end of that comment*

*looks a bit sheepish*

Sorry. I couldn't figure out how to undo it properly.

Will! I was hoping you'd still be here. Did you sleep well?

Well, here again, really. *smiles* After I woke up I went home for a bit to see that everything was all right there.

Slept fine, thanks. Never been so glad to wake up in an unfamiliar room, though. *grins* And you?

The same. Except I haven't been home yet -- wanted to make sure everything was all right here first.

*looks around* It seems to be.

Did everyone else switch back as well?

I'm not certain. It looks that way, though -- at least, I'm not seeing all the frantic yelling we had last night.

*Moiraine smiles at them both.*

I am glad to see you both well, then, and in your proper forms. I trust that there were no lasting effects for you, either, Will?

*shrugs amiably*

None so far. I went home and back just as usual anyhow.

That is good to hear, indeed. It may be that this entire experience was what passes for a joke in Anthy's mind, although it would probably be as well to be certain. She is certainly an ... unusual ... creature.

Heh. A joke? Could be, I suppose. I'd certainly prefer that to any darker motives.

I have not yet met her, I'm afraid.

We're certain it was Anthy, then?

Fairly certain. Thom certainly seemed to believe so. And a man said he saw Anthy fetch it from the kitchen.

*Moiraine looks thoughtful.*

It seems likely. We spoke with a person named Thom, who had been switched into Anthy's body, and he indicated that he believed her to be responsible. We know that the curry was the cause of the effect, and a gentleman whose name I did not catch, unfortunately, told us that he had seen her bring it out from the kitchen and set up the sign on the bar.

And, due to James's spell, we know that roses are associated with the magic done... and Anthy herself told me that she is the Rose Bride.

What we do not know is why.

*She looks around, and spots Anthy in a back booth, in intense conversation with a young man.*

I would guess that others want to know the answer to that question, as well.

*follows Moiraine's gaze*

We could ask her.

So we could.

*glances at Moiraine*

*Moiraine considers, then nods.*

Very well. Since you two were the ones directly wronged, then...? *She gestures for Will and Cordelia to lead the way.*

*Will nods and heads over (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/407210.html), drawing his power about him. He seems taller, somehow, and almost glowing*

*Cordelia follows, barely a pace after Will, matching stride with him*

*Moiraine goes along, as well.*

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