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Logan. Bar. Coffee.

He went home recently. Didn't much like it, so he came back. Things are chaos at the Casablancas house and in Neptune in general, and normally Logan would be thrilled, but his playmate's too busy for him at the moment, and Veronica and Duncan are still super-lovey.

Miliways is a better place to be at the moment.

He's pleased to be here, and looking for a chat.

((OOC: On way to cafe for homeworking, but will be online most of the night.))

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This is that point where Behrooz is torn between being sick of lying and ... the truth.

Finally, "I told you, my parents were involved in some... pretty illegal things."

He's really reluctant to use the word 'terrorist.'

Logan just nods, not wanting to stop the words.

Logan winces. "Ouch. And you are?"

"It's a special skill," Logan says. "I stepped on my partner's foot, cursed, and got called out by the teacher and kicked by my partner. The lessons stopped soon after that." He smirks.

"Amethyst."

A pause.

"Amethyst Alexandra Augusta Araminta Adelaide Aurelia Anne."

Another pause.

"So you didn't get bruised by the actual dancing, then."

She nods, "It's the ones you don't see that are usually the most dangerous." She takes a sip of her coffee, "Have you been facing monsters at home?"

Logan's eyes widen. "That's just cruel," he says. "To name a poor defenseless baby something longer than she is."

Logan laughs. "No. Might have been less embarrassing if I had, really. Mom would have been less angry, that's for sure."

"That... pretty much sums up the illegal things."

Behrooz needs to be poked every so often, though, or he's inclined to go back to evasiveness.

Logan shakes his head. "Not lately," he says. "Which is a relief. You?"

Amy laughs. "Really, I can forgive them for everything but the 'Araminta.'"

Could be worse. Pearl got Perpetua.

"That makes more sense, though I'm sorry you had a partner who kicked you. It's hardly proper deportment."

"And it shortens so nicely into Amy," Logan says, grinning. "Really, if you had 'pearl' you'd be stuck with it, and it wouldn't suit you so well."

"Caitlin never much cared about propriety," he says ruefully. "Not then, not ever. And so now, I don't dance."

"No, it doesn't," Logan says, exasperated. "Doesn't even come close. You're such a tease, Behrooz."

"None that I've seen. Someone from our world was released from the cells but he's not a threat any longer."

"Glad to hear it."

Pause.

"So, is this more about Meg than about your scary world?"

"Thank you," she says, smiling. "I've always liked 'Amy.'"

"Maybe you'll change your mind someday," she says. She's quite fond of dancing. "I don't think most girls kick their dance partners."

She nods, "I can't believe anyone would want to hurt someone like Meg." She glances at him, "How's Lilly?"

"It's a cute name for a cute girl," he says lightly.

"Maybe. Only if I can find someone who doesn't think my shins have bulls-eyes on them."

"There's not much more to it than that. Just killing as many people as you can at once."

He doesn't know why he's saying it like this. It's not really true.

Or completely true.

Or something.

Logan staaares. "Right," he says in a strangled voice. "Anything else? Because you're winning the dysfunctional family award right now. Which is quite a feat, let me tell you."

"I know," he says, his voice sad. "It's just unbelievable."

He frowns. "Dunno. I haven't seen her since the wake, and she wasn't sleeping then. Alain's taking care of her. Or he'd better be."

"After that...it feels different," she admits. She takes another sip of coffee.

"I can't blame her for not sleeping. Alain?"

Amy blushes. "Thank you," she says, again, and her tone is just ever so slightly uncomfortable.

"I can feel it, even though I'm rarely here anymore."

Logan wrinkles his nose, as if something smells bad. "New boyfriend," he says. "Good for her, apparently, and a good man. Still annoying."

"You're welcome," he says, scritching Simon Perryvall again. The pie crumbs are gone, alas.

"Why aren't you here so often anymore?" She wonders.

And then nods, "I can imagine that's hard to watch."

He watches the bar.

"Nothing that will make it sound better."

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