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The bypass door, she finds, is useful for getting from the stable to her room without passing through the bar proper. On a muddy day such as this one was, it's pleasant to not have to see people without being able to clean up first.

And so, when Susan comes down the main stairs, it's mayhap a little later than usual, but she's smiling.

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Huh, so's Ace. What a strange coincidence. She spots Susan, and waves.
"Susan! Help a gal out? Bar gave me too much!" She's got a large basketful of fries, and a chocolate milkshake. The healthy portion of tonight's meal has long since disappeared.

She lifts her hand in an answering wave, and walks over to Ace.

"Goodeven, Ace-- may yer days be long upon the earth."

"May you have twice the number." Ace returns cheerily. She nudges the basket towards Susan. "Chip?" She snags one for herself and dunks it in the milkshake before munching on it.

"Thankee-sai."

She takes one and bites into it, cautiously, before looking pleased.

"I've not had these before -- ye call them 'chips,' ye said?"

She nods.
"Americans... that's another country on my world, where Eddie's from... they call them french fries, but they're properly called chips. You chip a bit of potato off and fry it, see?" Another chip gets dunked and munched on. "Oh, and I asked Tim about the unicorns. If they're still there, we'll get them after the battle." Assuming they all survive. Assuming they win. Ace isn't about to go into that. It'd ruin her mood.

"I'll remember, then." She will, too. Susan still uses the method of introduction that Joe Manco advised her on, the day she arrived.

"... battle?"

"Oh... you haven't heard?" Ace is so close to just writing it all out and posting it up on the notice board. So much easier.
"Tim... he's the one on security, the one with the unicorns?" The one I'm going to marry, she doesn't add, "He has a... err... call it 'evil twin', which is not quite right, but close enough to not be confusing. Except only our Tim is real - the other one's not, really. But he's very powerful, and if he kills our Tim," my Tim, "then the 'other' becomes the real one, and basically there'd be no stopping him. We tried to talk him down, or take him out, a week or so ago, and only just escaped. We're going back with what amounts now to an army. The results should be better this time."

Susan stares at her, because it's still confusing, oh aye. Finally, she manages,

"Wish ye success in yer fight, then, and joy at the victory."

(Jericho Hill)

"Here's hoping. We've got rather a lot to live for, at the moment." Oooh, look, bright sparkly on her hand when she goes for another chip.

And the light from the bright ring flashes, catching her eye. Susan looks at it and then back at Ace with sudden recognition.

"Give ye joy of each other, sai," she says, and oh, but Susan is smiling.

Ace blushes, and goes back to her favorite passtime of the evening - grinning like an absolute lunatic.
"Ta, Susan. M'still a bit stunned by it."

"It were -- ye didn't expect it?"

She looks ruefully amused for some reason.

"Perhaps eventually, yes. Just not right then. Not that I minded too very much." Because, you know, marriage proposals generally don't come right after teary discussions about how if the battle ends poorly, someone's going to have to take out your boyfriend for the good of the multiverse.

"Aye, I can see that ye didn't mind, say true," Susan teases gently.

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