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A pretty, young Welsh princess is in the bar, sitting in a booth, back to the wall, sipping a glass of red wine.

She wouldn't mind some company, really, and she's quite possibly the most harmless thing in the bar. Well, except for the kittens.

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The monkey is tiny! And furry! And disappointed. No bugs.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"Thank you." She tries to remind herself that she's in a strange, magic place where the dead walk and talk. Why should strange creatures be any different?

"What are you?"

"I'm a monkey!" He doesn't explain any of the really weird stuff. "What are you?"

He knows what she is. He's just weird.

"Mon-key." She repeats slowly. "I've never seen anything like you before. I would be Gwyneddian."

"There are lots of monkeys in the world."

"They like to eat fruit." Hint.

"I have not seen much of the world."

She's fairly good at getting hints, though. "Would you like me to get you some?"

"Giving to the priesthood insures a good rebirth." This is how you say yes without invalidating a vow to take only food freely given.

"I see."

She walks to the Bar. "A bowl of fruit, please." One appears, and she carries it back tot he table, setting it in front of the monkey.

"There you are. All yours."

"Ahh, you are blessed among women." Monkey dives into the bowl bodily. "You will surely be reborn as a god, or a priest, or a monkey."

She smiles. "I think any of those would do nicely."

"You could be a monkey now," he says thoughtfully.

"I think for now, I would like to remain as I am."

"Mmmp." Monkey continues to shove fruit into his mouth.

She watches him and smiles. "You shouldn't eat too quickly, you'll make yourself sick."

"My stomach is an iron cauldron," he says, muffledly.

"If you say so."

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