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Enter Faith, through the front doors.

Alone, tan, her hair grown out to her backside, looking not at all surprised to find the bar instead of...wherever she's coming from.

Outside there's sand, and palm trees, and beyond that, ocean as far as the eye can see.

Vacation's over. Time to get back to work.

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- no, then she'd just criticize your form.

And try to make you practice your arabesques for her, and you know, now I really want the little man with the movie-thing there to preserve this for posterity.

"What's an arabesque?"

Er - it's one of these, *Meg says, and hops off her stool to demonstrate.*

"Oh. Well, I can't do that."

I could teach you, if you liked, *Meg offers, helpfully.*

I bet you could, with the Slayer reflex things -

"...maybe. I mean, I probably could. But. Lessons maybe."

I'm good at teaching lessons, *Meg points out.*

- for a certain value of good, but I have done it a fair bit.

"I'm sure you are. I'm not a very good student. Impatient and all."

So that's why it's good to get practice, *Meg says cheerfully.*

Faith shakes her head.

"You really want to teach me?"

It'd be good practice for me, to start teaching again, *Meg says, with a grin.*

And I honestly think you'd be good at it.

"Alright. Alright, if it'll make you happy...not like I don't have the time now."

Bien, then, *Meg says cheerfully.*

We can start when I come back from Europe.

"OK."

Faith looks vaguely apprehensive, but hey, ballet can't be worse than Slayer training, right?

*Meg looks a trifle thoughtful.*

- Faith? Have you ever been to Europe? I mean, other than Paris, with me.

"Connor took me to Scotland, once..."

. . . do they have an Opera House in Scotland? *Meg asks dubiously.*

"I don't know. We, uh. Rarely left the bedroom."

. . . fair enough, *Meg admits, with a grin.*

It's just, I mean - I've been places from here, but I've never actually travelled. Like, legitimately, in my time, with a coach and stuff.

"OK. And...you're gonna have to?"

My mother got me a place in this tour, *Meg explains.*

Six weeks, six countries, lots of travelling.

Faith makes a face.

"At least it's work?"

Yeah - and if I do well, I get a much better job, *Meg says, perking up,* and it will be cool to see all the other places -

It's just, I dunno, long. *She grins.* This place's been spoiling me.

"It does that." Faith grins back. "I'd offer to come with you, but, you know. My job."

We're not likely to run into too many demons on the way, *Meg agrees, with a grin.* And if they pay their admission fees, they're welcome to come sit in the audience like everyone else. But merci, anyways.

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