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This is not the Wiggin you are looking for.

... Well, actually.

If you're not looking for Peter or Valentine or Ender, this might be.

Syfte is in the bar, camera around her neck, drinking tea.

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And there's a guy in a skirt, over by Bar.
Good subject for a photo, right?

Absolutely.

Leaning against the table to get a good shot, Syfte snaps two and then calls,

"Sorry if you minded!"

He grins. "If I minded, I'd have told Mark to put his camera away a long time ago."

"Oh, Mark -- Mark Cohen?"

Not that Syfte can think of any other Marks with cameras, but it's always worth asking.

"Only Mark I know. I'm Angel, by the way."

"Angel. I think he's mentioned you - my name's Syfte."

"Heard a bit about you, between him and Val. Nice to finally meet you."

"Oh, do you know my mother too? Aye. I'm afraid to ask what they said - it's good to meet you too, though," she smiles.

"You don't have anything to worry about, I've only heard good things. Well, Val was rather surprised to suddenly have a teenage daughter on her hands, but I'd say most people would be." He grins.

"Especially since we're only a few years apart now." Syfte is trying not to laugh. It's an effort. "Would you want a print of that? I took two, I think they both came out okay."

"If you don't need both, then sure. And... yeah, this place plays the weirdest games with time."

"She doesn't have any idea who my birth father is. Of course, I really like Luke, so it isn't bothering me much. It's an adventure. And ... pictures."

Syfte shrugs. "Oh, I can make multiple copies. Takes a little while, but it's good practice."

"Certainly is an adventure, sometimes. Wasn't really expecting it, at first, but..." He shrugs. "Not really arguing."

"If I may ask, what were you expecting?"

"...Nothing in particular, really. But you definitely don't hear many stories about bars that can double as afterlives."

Definitely the Wiggin Mark's looking for. He has a whispered conversation with Bar, and comes over with something behind his back.

He turns slightly pink, and brings his hands from behind his back. He's holding a rose. Not a scary stalker rose, a simple flower-rose. "Um. Hi."

"Good afternoon -- oh, Mark!"

Syfte loves flowers. Especially pretty ones from nice people.

"Oh, that's lovely."

He just grins a bit, flailing. "I, um. thought you might like it. Cause, well, it's pretty and you're pretty and stuff." ... Nice one, Mark. Really smooth.

Syfte is practically beaming. And just a little flustered herself - hving not been complimented like so before.

"Thanks, Mark - it'll look lovely in my hair. Care to join me for lunch?"

"I'd love to, Syfte." Yes, he's still somewhat pink. "What would you like? I can go get it from Bar."

"Um."

She hadn't thought of that.

"I'll have a caesar salad, if you would?"

"Of course." Mark grins at her for a moment, before going off to Bar, and returning with a caesar salad, a burger and fries, and a pitcher of iced tea with two glasses.

"Here we go." He lays out cutlery and pours her a drink.

And Syfte is still just smiling.

Widely.

"Thanks so much, Mark."

Mark is too, perhaps a bit goofily. "Hey. No worries."

He pauses, and eats a fry. "Um, so what have you been up to the past few days?"

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