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Trillian's back at her booth, furiously writing.

That magazine will feel the Wrath of Demosthenes, for certain, and also of Trillian, astrophysicist and friend.

She also has a glass of merlot. Yes, before noon.

Perhaps it's inspiration.

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". . .Trillian?"

"Nita."

Trillian offers her a calm smile.

"Yes?"

There is eyeing. But slightly embarrassed eyeing.

"Um, can you explain why I had. . . weird dreams last night?"

Trill chokes on her merlot.

"Uh. Probably. Oh, good lord, Nita, I'm so sorry --"

". . . .You two didn't. . . I mean, you. . ."

She facepalms.

"Some warning would've been nice."

"Accident," replies Trillian calmly. "Heat of the moment. Or cold, rather, there was some depressing draft in the air. Would have warned you otherwise, dear, I promise."

She rubs her forehead. "Well, I mean, you are married. . . Who'm I to say what you can and can't do."

"I'm not exactly sure how to answer that question, since I'm not sure what the answer is, but of course your opinion counts."

Trillian smiles. She does like Nita, really.

"I certainly hope it doesn't worry Zaphod, though, I do love him. It really shouldn't, though - not Zaphod."

"Zaphod?" She pauses, and then gives Trillian a weak, teasing smile. "Are you cheating on us?"

That gets another laugh.

"Oh, dear, you've found out my secret. Oddly enough, he refers to Jasin as his girl's husband, to his face even, but -- well, I wonder how he'd react to you."

Probably something Trillian would have to kick him for later.

She raises her eyebrows. "Sounds open-minded."

"I'd say so. Despite the fact that the marriage was an accident, Zaphod is not exactly Captain Purity - er, I think that's why many people like him."

Trill looks innocent.

"Maybe I should introduce you."

"Maybe you should." She smiles. "May as well get to know my. . . extended family, I guess."

"They're getting bigger, considering my association now to Antar. You know that you're royalty by marriage, despite not being married?"

She blinks. "Yeah? Cool. How'd that happen?"

"Well, I have a bond similar to yours and Jasin's. It was a bit of an accident, but I'm the consort to the king, which makes me a sort of semi-sister, and in royal standing. With Jasin as my husband, and you as ... well, I suppose they would call you his bondmate ... that makes the two of you royalty as well."

Trillian only sort of gets it.

She blinks, working this out.

"Oh." Beat. "Cool."

"If you ever want to see the place," Trillian smiles, "just let me know. They'll refer to you as Miss Nita or Lady Nita and offer you cookies and wine."

She makes a face. "I'm always telling people to just call me Nita, but I guess Lady might be appropriate, now."

"Antar has serious respect for rank. It's the kind of serious respect, though, where if you tell a page to just call you Nita, he will without a second thought, seeing as you said to."

"Gotcha," she laughs. "Where is Antar, anyway? I mean, do you know where it is in relation to Earth?"

"Well, it's outside the galaxy, at any rate. I think it's by messier 5, but I don't think that helps at all in explaining location. Um, 'far.' But I can open the door to Antar, if I need."

She grins. "The great thing about living next to a worldgate. So did you get there from here, or were you there before you got to the bar?"

It occurs to Nita that she really doesn't know much about Trillian, and that this should be remedied.

"I was brought there from here, by Max, to help him. I'm from Earth - from Islington, in England, if you've heard of it."

She has a feeling Nita may have.

She nods. "Yeah -- I wonder if it's the same Earth as mine."