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Trillian ... because why not.

At a booth.

Sitting.

Reading a magazine interview with Zaphod Beeblebrox, and giggling.

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"What's so funny?"

"This."

Trillian holds out the article, which has an obvious photograph of a paper cut-out of Zaphod.

"An interview with Zaphod Beeblebrox, entirely fabricated."

He skims through it, suppressing a few laughs of his own.

"I can't believe people believe this stuff."

"One of the gossip columns printed that he was dating you, even. I said that'd be the day I got parvo ..."

Trillian trails off, still giggling.

"Note that he's paired with every celebrity possible -- well, almost -- and Prime Minister Alianti, and even the last Earthman, but there is utterly no mention anywhere of the other last Earthpeople, girlfriend Trillian and friend Fenchurch."

Pout.

"The news hates us, I believe."

"... Every time I think there's nothing left in the universe that can surprise me, it proves me wrong."

He headtilts at her.

"Does that bother you?"

"Only marginally, seeing as apparently I will work for them in the future."

Trillian shrugs.

"It doesn't seem to even concern Fenny that according to most of the galaxy, she doesn't exist. Actually, has she been out of the bar, yet? Because she still might not. But that's metaphysics for you - I suppose really it's up to Fenny if she exists. She tends to decide that gravity isn't there for herself, so go figure."

Pause.

"... oh, you mean about Zaphod? I plan on writing to the magazine pointing out that actually, I'm his girlfriend."

"That's telling 'em."

He frowns.

"Never really thought about that. We don't even know if I'm still alive or dead, come to that..."

"I'm not sure if it's worth researching."

Trillian stops.

Wait.

"Yes we do, Arthur! Of course we do!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Antar. We were gone a month."

This is logic for Trillian.

"You'd have otherwise evaporated. That's why Jasin made the portal for Mouse - so he wouldn't."

"Wow... well, that's a load off my mind."

His expression darkens momentarily.

"Wait, you mean I could have blinked out of existence and no one thought to mention that to me?"

"Erm."

Trillian blinks and looks very, very sorry all of a sudden.

"... yeah. I was sort of aware - but I forgot. I'm sorry I love you don't eat me?"

The look he's giving her says it all.

Trillian tries to smile at him.

And then starts slowly slipping under the table.

It may be safer there.

"Oh, c'mon, get back up here. I'm not mad at you."

She sticks her head up over the edge of the table, the rest of her still crouched under it.

"Promise?"

"Would I lie to you?"

"You know, Ford said that once."

Trillian's eyes say 'probably.'

He sighs a little.

"I promise. Now come on back."

He holds out a hand.

Which she slips hers into, and lets him help pull her up back into her seat.

"Sorry. Y'had me scared -- though I'm sure I did the same thing to you. If you'd started disintegrating I promise I'd've fixed you."

Grin.

"But you didn't!"

"I'll bet you could have, too."

He's smiling again.

"Shall we drink to my newly reaffirmed vitality?"

"Indeed."

Beam. "What'd you like?"

"Surprise me."

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