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"No," he agreed. "But I travel quite often."
He shrugged. "It's probably like a club. I've never been inside."
He rested a hand on her back. "That's a lie."
"I think its is very different," he said, using his stick to prod the fire.
(Yoop!)
"Now, now. Don't be rude," he teased, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"That sounds dangerous.. For not living in the city you do decently here."
He nodded, leading the way."
He nodded. "I know. That's part of the reason I do it."
He squinted, flipping the meat. "So you just jumped?"
"Huh.. Weird."
He tilted his head. "Whichever you'd prefer, my dear."
"Across.. building? Without a bridge or anything?"
"How does that work?"
"Of course. Let's go."
He looked up, obviously surprised. "Aisling? How did you get in?"
"What are glowsticks? Sticks that glow?"
He stood, taking her hand in his. "Sounds like a plan.'
Dion sat at his campfire peacefully, cooking food.
"What happens in the 90s?"
