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Owen Davies heard the harpsong in the upstairs hallway and asked politely if he could come along with Bran.

Therefore, both Bran Davies and Owen Davies are walking through the doorway to Milliways now.

[In which Owen Davies demonstrates the presence of a backbone! Accompanied by Bran, Owen listens to Dream of the Endless compliment his son, speaks politely to Mordred and invites Mordred to visit. Owen and Bran talk to Blodwen Rowlands and escape unscathed. Score: Davies 6, Blodwen 3. Also, Bran meets Liz Imbrie [slowtimed].)

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"It's not been so bad," she says, and then draws a breath. Wales. He comes from after her. He might know.

She doesn't ask. She doesn't know what the right questions would be, and she's no longer sure she wants the answers.

"Y--yes, I do. Destiny magazine, you don't know it, and if you do, don't admit it."

"I don't know it," Bran says, laughing.

"Splendid! You have taste."

Drily, "Sounds like an interesting publication, then."

Discussing magazines Bran has never heard of is much safer than discussing 1939 politics. Bran Davies, unlike certain friends of his, is not sure he is immune to paradox.

"Interesting, in the train-wreck sort of way."

She's not looked away from his face. Bran is interesting, in a not-at-all train-wreck sort of way.

"Where in Wales do you come from? Is Milliways the local --" she flounders for the word for a moment and gives up, "bar?"

Bran snorts. "Not local, but it is the only bar I ever go to. There is a pub in Tywyn, down lower in the valley, but I have never been in."

He shrugs. "I live on a farm in the Dysynni Valley, with my da. Very quiet up there.

"Is this the local bar in Philadelphia, then?"

"The end of the universe is hardly 'local' anywhere," Liz points out.

A beat.

"I hope."

"It is not local anywhere that I know of," Bran agrees. "How long have you been coming here?"

Liz has to glance away in order to count on her fingers for a moment. Hmmph.

"Three months, I think? A little more?"

She shrugs.

"I'll be coming back, I suspect. And you?"

Yeah, eyes back on the face. It's only polite to look at one's conversational partner!

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