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[kidjoy]

theres a place here. the LunaBelle. fancy eatin place kinda far in

they gotta load of droids here that dont WANNA be here, got it? i wanna help em leave. but one against a bunch aint really good odds for anybody

got some shit i can trade if you got the manpower to clear this mess out

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[kidjoy]

where's where you are? might have some help lined out gettin' 'em out of here

what are ya gonna give me?

[warandpeace]

A friend left something with me before he went. I think you would get a lot of use out of it. It'll help you make more art.

I'll send you directions from the restaurant to here. [Directions where they won't be seen, for the most part. Safe territory.]

[kidjoy]

supplies? ya got the cat all curious now

roger roger. be there in a few clips

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[warandpeace]

[Kaz has been hanging out around the C.I.S.M. area. Exposed as it is, though. Tents for god's sake, little to no fortification. He's advising them strongly otherwise. But for now? For now this is what they got.]

[He recognizes her when she's a little closer, outline detailed behind people milling around.]

[His leg has been hurting, so he's using a gifted umbrella to take some of the weight off. Like a cane, rather than the crutch he used to depend on. With a last few words, the table is abandoned and he makes his way over to her.]

How did the trip go?

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[kidjoy]

[The tents have most of her attention. It reminds her a little of the trading fairs and the spring up markets back home. She's just glad this place doesn't have to worry about sand storms.

She's busy enough marveling at the bustle of people that she only focuses on him when he's near enough to speak. He gets a little nods and a flash of a crooked smile in greeting.]

Okay, I guess. Had a lot worse, so.

[She shrugs, tossing her hands out.]

Had to leave my new pals back a ways though. Couldn't drag 'em 'round the streets with people watchin'.

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[warandpeace]

No. It's a good plan. And I'm glad I had someone with your experiences to count on. [He says it kindly, even if he truly, hatefully resents that those are experience that she had to go through. Reminders of Cipher echo in his head.]

[He picks up a cloth shopping back by the table, one of those that's a fixed rectangle of a thing, and holds it out to her. Inside of it? Link's napkin PC, restored to its default settings.]

This is for you. Like I promised.

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[kidjoy]

[She smiles, chest puffing out in pride. She likes being treated like what she's been through and what she's learned mattered. Some people look at her age and dismiss her. She knows that she's still got a lot to learn about the world. But she's lived a decade in a practical war zone; she knows a thing or two about survival.]

Mmm. Guess you know who to call now if you get into a bad clap. I don't offer my expertise to just anyone, but I guess I could help ya out if ya needed it.

[She hops a little when he brings it out, a childish showing of excitement. She's gotten more 'gifts' while on this ship than she's ever gotten in her life, but every time she acts like a kid on Christmas morning. Or at least that's what her boys would say. It's not like anyone celebrated holidays out in the desert.

She takes the package gingerly, peeking in and giggling under her breath. She couldn't wait to make Kobra take a look at it. The grin she gives him after inspecting the tablet herself is shy.]

You know ya didn't have to. But thanks.

[warandpeace]

You know, when I was your age? I was running a store because my mother was sick.

I'm pretty good at music. I think I would have rather have been playing guitar than having to do that. [She has a lot of responsibility for someone her age, and he knows she can't escape it. No more than Link did.]

At least you can draw any time you want now. [More of an option than so many kids he's met. Chico. Those boys extracted from Africa. Even Eli.]

[kidjoy]

Yeah? Did she get better? [It only seemed right to ask that first. Besides, the concept of mothers, people's stories of their own parents, has always fascinated her. It was a way to ignore that she had no stories of her own.] Guess workin' didn't leave ya with much time for nothin' else.

[She smiles down at the gift in her hands. She can't remember the last time they had the resources to let her do what she wanted whenever she wanted.]

Yeah. Don't have to waste anymore paint. Kinda can't believe you're just givin' it away.

[warandpeace]

No. But I still don't regret making her as comfortable as I could. [He does regret that he left her for a while to be with his father. He wishes that he'd just decided to stay by her side instead. Twenty years later and it still bothers him.]

[But the next question earns the slightest shrug.]

I'm not an artist. I'd rather see it get some work from someone that would appreciate it.

I consider myself lucky enough to be able to play my guitar again.

[kidjoy]

Oh. [She didn't need to be told what that meant.] 'm sorry.

Everybody's an artist. You don't have to be good to make something somebody would appreciate. [Her art had never held a candle to Party's, but she'd never been made to feel bad about it.]

You don't got one here?