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Hey, Faith, *Meg says, dropping into an armchair across from her.*

"Hey, Twinkletoes." Faith smiles, faintly. "You and Andy having fun now he's back?"

- somehow however I answer that it's going to come out sounding wrong, *Meg says cheerfully,* so I won't. How're you?

Faith snorts softly, then shrugs. "I'm...all right."

*Meg cocks her head, watching her.*

Just all right?

"Mm." Faith makes a 'so-so' gesture with her hand. "Lot on my mind."

*Meg grins, rather ruefully.* Any of it I can hear, or should I just sit here and make sympathetic noises?

Faith shrugs.

"Long, complicated story...and kind of not mine to spread around."

Fair enough, *Meg says.* Sympathetic noises it is, then. Or comic juggling. Whichever'd be more helpful.

Faith smiles, faintly. "Can you juggle?"

- well. No, *Meg admits,* but that'd probably be even more comic, wouldn't it?

Aaaand Faith is laughing. Good job, Meg!

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First there is money. USA currency, to be clear. There is...rather a lot of it, dropping on the table in front of her. Good, old fashioned bricks of fifties, at least three of them.

"Greetings, Jiask."

And then there is a small, dark little man sitting down across from her,

"Will that be enough for clothing?"

Faith stares.

"...yes. Yes, it will."

And yet more stare!

He looks at the money and then back up at her with a shrug,

"I have rather a lot of jewelry. I traded some of it to Bar. Apparently it is not normal for jewels to be very large on earth."

He, quite casually, traces a 3" diameter circle on the table's top. Considering that the ring he always wears is at least that large an emerald, there's another emerald the size of a small golf-ball on his sword, and he's also wearing a collection of gold and silver necklaces...yes. Arithon doesn't worry about his tab much.

"Do you think it would be possible to pick up another pair of boots as well?"

"...yeah, I think we can manage that. Geeze, did you rob a jeweler or something?"

"My father's land was Karthan, Jiask."

He's highly amused,

"In Paravian it breaks down to kar'eth'an, one who raids...or a pirate. How else would I transport money?"

"...huh. Wow. Well. Yeah. Yeah, boots should...not be a problem."

Faith blinks a few times more.

"Pirate?"

"Arr."

He says dryly.

Faith shakes her head, mournfully.

"Yet another pirate running around I never got to play 'Shiver me timbers' with."

" 'Shiver...' No. No, I do not want to know."

He puts his hands ahead of him to ward her off,

"I am not quite a pirate like Captain Sparrow. I am..smaller. And less wild."

Most of the time. He's a fun drunk.

Faith pouts at him, slightly.

"He's fun. You're fun. Not so different."

"Ah, well. I bow to your obviously superior taste."

He's grinning at her again,

"When do we go?"

He's also got plans to make her find a place where they can buy weaponry. His kind of weaponry. He has theories involving enchantments with demon-binding properties as thank-you presents.

She's always wanted a vampire-eating sword, right?

The cushions shift.

There's an Ace sitting at the opposite end of the sofa, with cocoa.

(From here.)

Moiraine glides out the door of the security office, and then Faith leads the way back to the couch and her abandoned coffee. The Aes Sedai gracefully takes a seat in an armchair nearby.

"It has been quite an eventful evening."

With perfect composure.