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[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

It's funny how things happen.

When one hasn't been to a place in a while, one may think about returning to it. But if one is Rose Red, one is worrying more about keeping things running in one's own place, stopping terrorist revolutions in one's own place, and of course throwing parties in one's own place.

This is why it's funny when Rose Red opens the door to what she thought was home.

And it's Milliways.

"... Nice."

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Book abandoned, Snow is now hugging her sister tightly*

Rose! Where have you been?

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose squeaks, then double-takes and blinks at Snow.

"The Farm? Where else would I be?"

Beat.

"... don't answer that. Please. Just don't. Apparently though, you're here. You know everyone's been looking for you, yes? Everyone except me, of course. Figured you'd been here."

The idea of Snow and Bigby having gone missing does not in any way bother Rose Red, who just saw them in Milliways only weeks ago and made fun of them for not being married.

This is going to be confusing.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow steps back and beams at Rose. Might be kinda disconcerting, all this smiling*

It's Milliways. It's impossible to know for sure where someone might be if you don't see them for months at a time -- I haven't seen you since November, I think I have a right to worry.

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Months at a -- huh?"

Not only is it disconcerting, it's really just damned confusing.

"I know I was just here a couple weeks ago. You feeling okay, Snow?"

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*a more subdued smile*

Time can be weird. A couple of weeks outside was nearly a year here.

You missed Millie and Wade's birthday party.

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"... right."

It's hard for Rose Red not to believe something - plenty of unbelievable things have happened, and being a Fable weird defaults to everyday, but that's really weird.

"This is going to make me sick if the subject doesn't change, fast -- so birthday. Going to have more, name 'em after me this time?"

That was a recent conversation, for her.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Deal. We're not planning on more anytime soon, but yes.

*The light follows the mun's orders and reflects off of the large diamond in Snow's engagement ring. Which is snugly fit against her wedding band. Gee, was that there before?*

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

No, it really wasn't.

She squints.

"Well Snow White," Red laughs. "Finally make your kids legal, or is there some new beau?"

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow gives a half-glare. Still smiling a bit.*

Do you want to try asking Bigby that? And frankly, I'm not sure I should name my child after you if you can't be bothered to come to your own sister's wedding.

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Because of course I was invited! You were sure to send the courier!"

Oh, for sarcasm. It's not yelling, just snarking - and not really mean-spirited, either. Just a sibling thing, one may say.

"And I think I'll refrain from consulting Bigby. I'd like to keep my head."

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Oh, yes. Snow knows this all too well, and she's relaxed enough over the months to play along*

Smart move. And I did send an invitation, but the bar doesn't always deliver to the outside.

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Messenger birds get lost, too? Or, no, they'd not open the door themselves."

She's got an image, now, of four-and-twenty blackbirds trying to open the front door, and that's when she turns to look behind her to glance at it, and -- shit.

"Snow?"

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow snickers*

I've seen some owls, but they only deliver to the wizarding world that I know of. . .

Yes?

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Somebody mention terrorism? There's an ex-counterterrorist agent seated nearby, nursing a strawberry daiquiri.

He appears pensive.

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

Somebody did. The counter-revolutionary over on this side of the bar.

But hey, bummed people are bummed people. So now he's got a Rose leaning over his shoulder.

"Somebody run your house over with a truck?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

He blinks. "I sure as hell wouldn't be drinking a virgin daiquiri if they did." He extends a hand. "My name's Tony."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

Which she shakes. "Rose Red. You look either really thoughtful, really bored, or just really lost. Can I ask what's up?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Got some things on my mind."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Want to ramble at a pretty much perfect stranger?" Rose offers.

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Nah. Not unless you're good at getting information out of people."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"... What kind of information, hey?"

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

"Inadvertently getting someone to confess what's on their mind?"

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Depends on the person, current blood alcohol level, sexuality, marital status, pension for gambling and ability to be really downright rude."

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "Probably won't have that much success with me, then."

[red-as-rose.livejournal.com]

"Because you're ... married, not drunk, don't gamble and are quite able to be downright rude?" Rose guesses.