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This is not the last open entrance you are looking for. There will be another.

Asmodean is down in the bar reading poetry. Poe, why do you ask?

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"Right on, man, right on."

It takes some effort, but Zaphod levers himself up into a semblance of an upright position and grins at Asmodean cheerfully.

"Good book?"

He pursed his lips slightly as he thought.

"Yes, I am enjoying it."

"Nice, nice." Zaphod nods, and gives his own magazine a look of purest contempt before folding it up and putting it aside.

"So. Whatcha been up to, frood? Just reading?"

He considered for a moment.

"That and my music."

"Well, hey, cool, man. Whatever floats your boat, right? Whatever gets you goin'."

He grins.

"So, recovered from our little vacation?"

He nodded calmly.

"Yes, I have. A few days rest is always necessary after such an expenditure."

"Truer words never spoken man." Zaphod nods, as if he knows what he's talking about.

"Hey, can I get you a drink? On me." His grin widens. "Gotta treat my girl's husband right, y'know."

He shook his head. Dark eyes still watching Zaphod carefully.

"No, thank you though."

Zaphod waves him off. "No problem." He orders something that is smoking gently for himself and takes a long sip, before breaking into a spasm of coughing.

Eyes watering, he looks back over at Asmodean. "So, doin' okay? It's hard to tell. Is the pale brooding bit the usual thing, or does it mean something else?"

He chuckled slightly.

"I am well enough."

"Oookay."

He eyes Asmodean dubiously.

"I've only got one thing to say, man. Sunlight." He holds up his hands, and winks at Asmodean. "That's all."

A slight chuckle and a flash of fire in his eyes.

Asmodean is now a bronze god... Figuratively speaking.

"Do you prefer this?"

Zaphod applauds, looking vaguely impressed. "Hey, nice trick. Better on the skin, huh? Gotta say, that whole tanning thing is killing me."

He shakes his head.

He chuckled.

"Much healthier than prolonged exposure to sunlight."

"Doesn't have the same feel, though," Zaphod argues cheerfully. "I'd kinda miss lying on those jeweled beaches, y'know?"

A slight pause.

"I enjoy the ocean."

Zaphod looks up uneasily.

There's something about that tone...

"Yeah?" He laughs. "Well, there's some nice ones that I know. We should head off to 'em one of these days."

He considered for a moment.

"I suppose so..."

Zaphod claps him on the back, delighted.

"Right on! we'll get you a suit, some waves, some drinks, and some girls. Or I'll get some. Whatever works."

Asmodean does not react to the backclap merely watching in cool silence.

"As you wish."

Zaphod raises an eyebrow. He's used to being frozen out.

"So, what d'you like about oceans, then?" he asks, for lack of a better conversation starter.

He thought for a moment.

"I was born in a village by the sea... Neither of which are there anymore."

Zaphod nods, in a way that looks as though he is attempting to feel sympathetic.

"Tough break. Like my cousin, Ford. His planet's pretty much gone."

He shrugged.

"The Wheel turns... Without remittance or mercy."

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