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She comes in through the lake door, dressed for riding and with her hair in a long braid down her back... and marsh violets woven into the braid.

As Susan Delgado goes to the bar, it's apparent that soon there will be hot chocolate, as well. Sometimes, it's the little things that bring contentment, say true.

[OOC for Millichannel: Susan and Anthy discuss how to braid hair, which Anthy does not know and which Susan offers to help with; Tony Almeida and Susan are well-met and talk about different worlds, languages, terrorism, military strategy, and oh yes, gunslingers; Roland and Susan discuss Tim's death, Pat Delgado's visit, Joanie, and then Joe's St. Christopher's medal, which brings woe; and then later on, Ace bounces by and shares hugs and the joyful news of Tim's return to the living, for great yay.]

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"I'm well, thankee-sai," she replies. "And ye? How do'ee fare?"

"I'm fine, thank you. Bar, could I have a fork . . . ? Thank you."

She begins to carefully twirl her fork through the noodles. "The weather's getting nicer. Were you out riding?"

"Aye, I were -- Kiseki needed the exercise, and I thought mayhap I'd explore a few new paths in the forest's edge."

And mayhap to think a bit about her father, away from the bar and those in it, but she doesn't mention that.

She takes a sip of her hot chocolate. "What do'ee have there, if ye'd not mind my asking?"

She can't be asking about the tea. "This? Ramen -- noodles. Soup."

Susan should be glad Anthy is not in the mood for takoyaki. "It's very good," Anthy says, and swallows the mouthful of noodles.

"What's it like in the forest?"

Susan would not have the first idea what takoyaki is, but noodles in broth seems reasonable enough.

"The forest? Green, now, with spring growing on us, and -- peaceful, mayhap."

"Peaceful? I don't think I've ever been in it." After another sip of tea, she adds, "It sounds nice."

"Aye, 'tis," she says, with only the slightest hesitation.

Anthy tilts her head. "Well . . ."

"Maybe I'll see what it's like, sometime, now that it's warmer."

"Ye should, I'd think-- it's pretty out now, and there are flowers," she adds, one hand going to her braid.

"And ye like those, I know."

Smiling, Anthy says, "Yes, I do. I've seen some, out by the lake."

"Your hair looks nice," she adds, a little shyly.

"Thankee-sai," she says, with a bright smile. Susan looks thoughtfully at Anthy's hair.

"Ye could do the same with yer own, do'ee ken? Mayhap not the violets, they'd be lost in the color, but there's pink and white flowers as well, oh aye."

"You think so?" Anthy runs a hand over the pinned-up coil of purple, a little doubtfully. "I don't know how to braid."

"I could teach ye, mayhap. If ye'd want."

She hesitates. "Would you mind? You've already given me a riding lesson --"

"Nay, I'd not mind, Anthy." Susan smiles at her, a bit ruefully. "And I'd not want to consider trying to manage hair as long as mine without knowing how to braid it, do'ee ken?"

Anthy smiles back, after a moment. "I keep it pinned --" She touches her hair. "-- But that would be nice. It is complicated?"

"Not truly, once ye know--"

Susan undoes the lower half of her braid, carefully, so that Anthy can see, and then reworks it.

"It takes some practice, aye, but it comes easy enough after a time."

Anthy watches intently, and nods. It can't be harder than piano. She glances around the bar. "I could try now, with mine, I guess."

"If ye'd like, aye, and if it doesn't work the first time, I can braid it for ye."

Susan smiles at her, then.

"Would'ee want the flowers in it?

"I guess so," she says hesitantly. "Pink and white, you said?"

"I've seen pink, white, yellow, and these that I have here," she says, indicating the purple violets.

Anthy looks thoughtfully at her teacup. "All right . . ."

She begins to unpin her hair, leaning back a bit so it doesn't fall in the soup or the tea. "Oh -- should we get the flowers first?"

"Aye, it'd manage better that way; or I could go fetch some while ye undo yer hair, mayhap?"

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