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Susannah comes into the bar from the Staff Wing. Still in a flying chair, still with a black canvas bag full of plates hanging off one arm. She's carrying a book.

She gets an iced tea from the Bar and takes a table near the corner. She's reading, in theory, but she's not really in the mood, and looks up and around the bar every few minutes.

Milliways is an interesting sort of place for people-watching.

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He looks curious.

"I see my reputation precedes me, my dear."

She doesn't hesitate, telling him; an angel is, after all, an angel. "I'm married to Eddie Dean. I've been something of a recluse most of the past year, but Eddie makes up for it, and I've heard a lot about you and all the rest of Bernard's family."

He blinks.

"Goodness. Well, this is a pleasure, although I fear I haven't the close acquaintance with Eddie that I'd like, you know. I've spoken with him once or twice, but mostly I hear about him through Bernard, and occasionally Crowley."

She nods. "All I really know about you is that you are an angel, and that you and Crowley are--together."

She smiles. "And that you like books, now."

He laughs softly.

"And that, I fear, would be the nutshell in which I reside. And, quite possibly, count myself a king of infinite space."

"Hamlet?" she laughs. "Or did the Bard get it from you?"

A far more undignified snort, this time.

"Oh no, no. That was all his own work. But I suspect Crowley may have had a deal to do with Titus, and I certainly recognised bits and pieces from Much Ado, you know."

She looks delighted. "Oh, I love Much Ado."

"'Shall I never see a bachelor of threescore again? Go to, i' faith, an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck into a yoke, wear the print of it, and sigh away Sundays.'"

"It's certainly one of my favourites, yes. Too wise too woo peaceably, all that sort of thing - it rang true, I suppose."

"I like how... oh, fun it is. Light-hearted. And I like the strong leads. It's like Taming of the Shrew, without the dreadful ending."

"They're all so dreadfully contrived, though. I confess I'm not sure I give much credence to Will's ideas of love. I suppose one doesn't get an awful lot of space for such things in a play, and I have an unfair advantage when it comes to allowing things to mature."

He snorts.

"Although some things, I suppose, never will."

"And some people." Grin.

"They are a burden, alas, and yet we forbear."

"Did you ever pick up the word ka-mai from anybody?"

He looks intrigued.

"No. Never. Ka I'd heard, of course, and ka-tet, but that's a new one on me."

She smiles fondly. "It means the fool of ka. The kind of silly good-hearted joker who never knows when to shut up and only survives his own foolishness by the grace of ka."

Until, you know, his luck runs out. Lalala not thinking of that.

"Roland called Eddie that. And much earlier, Cuthbert."

Roland was inappropriately unappreciative of Aziraphael's hanky trick.

"He didn't seem to have all that much in the way of a sense of humour."

"No. I suspect he kept them around as ambulatory and independent senses of humor, in case he ever needed one."

"Just as, should Crowley ever need a sense of propriety, in a tight spot..."

She laughs, in a subdued way. "Does he, often?"

He looks genuinely thoughtful, for a moment or two.

"Not half so much as others here, I think. I like to think that after six thousand years I've had some influence."

"It's a long time," she agrees. "Maybe if I had six thousand years I could get Eddie to stop peeing in the shower."

"I feel I could have got through existence quite happily without knowing that, thank you."

"If I have to suffer, I'll spread it around," she says serenely.

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