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George.

Inna bar.

With a grilled chicken sandwich and fruit salad.

Although it can be assumed George has been downstairs to eat, he's not really been seen inna bar for a while. Feel free to poke.

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George nods. "I...I remember you." His brow squinches in thought. "It's kind of disjointed. But I remember."

She smiles. "Yes, people have been telling me that since my return."

"I bet." George smiles.

"I remember the pie. The pie was delicious." He rubs his forehead. It felt like a memory long ago buried, something he hadn't thought of for a very long time and suddenly remembered quite vividly.

Elaine laughed. "That was my first attempt at baking in a modern stove. I'm glad you liked it."

"You did all right." He smiled again and picked at his fruit salad. He didn't care much for the strawberries and puched them to the side.

"Do you think you'll ever go back there?"

Elaine shakes her head vigorously. "I do not want to." She rubs her left arm. "I think by the end that it was more than enough. Besides...I couldn't tell anyone who I was, and I had no identification, so I had to work what they call 'under the table'..." She smiles wryly. "Plus, getting shot can take the beauty out of anyplace."

His eyes widen for a moment. "You got shot? What happened?"

"There was a holdup at the diner. One waitress got killed, the manager got shot but lived, and I got shot. Slapped around a bit, too."

Elaine shrugs. "A Lady by the name of Moiraine Healed me, when I got back."

"I'm sorry that happened, That must have been awful. Especially for you, being out of your own time." George shivers slightly.

He's used to death, certainly. He's seen it often enough. Dealt with it, faced it. And thinking of Elaine in his time reminded him he would be dead as soon as he walked out the door.

"It was pretty horrendous. But I'm back here now, safely dead, instead of endangered dead, so to speak." Elaine snorts softly.

"I'm glad to be back."

George nods. "I'm glad you're back. And safe and healed."

Elaine beams. "Thank you." She picks up her beer. "I'm going to have to get along...I've got a lot of things to do, since this sickness has affected a friend of mine. I hope to see you again soon, George."

Sickness? George doesn't know anything about any sickness. He hopes it's not serious.

He smiles politely. "All right. I'll see you around. It's good to see yu again, Elaine. Take care of yourself. And Ryan."

Elaine grins. "Oh, you may count on that, George. Have a lovely night."

And with that, she takes her leave.

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