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I suppose I should be glad my house, it was still here, when I got out of the infernal case. And I suppose I should be glad that I have no pets, because they would have starved.

But mostly, I am glad that I was not missed. This, it means that when you all leave, because you will, or you all are stuck in sand, which you will, or when you are killed, I do not have to miss you, hm? A great burden, that takes off. Yes.

So. Not that anyone cares, nor do I expect them to, but I am no longer stuck. Housekeeping, do be sure to clean up the sand, yes? I would like to have my little house tidy.

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[Londo opens the door and gestures her in.]

Ah, and you did not forget, my good friend. Come in, come in.

[He takes the bottle, cheerfully opening it, sniffing, and then pouring for them both.]

The couch, it is good?

I hope that bottle is acceptable. I know little about liquors and strong spirits.

[She followed him in, as he took the bottle, and apparently deemed it to be quite acceptable.]

It will do nicely, thank you.

When there is no label, you can tell with your nose.

[He holds out a glass, taking a seat on the couch.]

It is fruity and sweet, the scent, but the warmth, you can feel it as well. That is how you know. And now you are here, and now I have seen what is yours. I did not mean to, and yet I have done it. It is the Tree, no?

[She takes it, sitting nearby but not too close. Sipping at it gingerly as he spoke of the drink's properties, she nods in agreement. Yes, it's fruity and quite good... she would have to be careful. She has no desire to drink to the point of intoxication today.]

Indeed. [Lowering her glass, she regards him seriously.] Yes. That must be it, if you received my dream. Especially if you did so in a cocoon. [She pauses briefly before continuing.] I believe I know which dream you had. But if you wouldn't mind... could you perhaps tell me about it?

[Ambassador has no problem with getting intoxicated. He likes it, actually. He sips and enjoys the flavors.] With this, you have chosen well, my good friend.

[He meets her gaze, thinking back.]

All of the details, I do not remember, hm? It was a dream, and sometimes dreams, they slip away. But enough I do. The sky and ground, they were not Earth. Orange sky, silver trees, red grass. That, it was enough to say alien. I think that I prefer it to earth, though, with its endless boring blue and green and brown palette. There was running, and you were afraid, but to be afraid, it is sometimes a very healthy thing, no?

And your name. That was the telling thing.

[It was a bit strange to be called 'good friend' by this man she had barely spent any time with, really, but she had noticed he seemed to use endearments as a matter of course.

She sipped at her drink again as he described the dream--yes, the description of the sky and ground alone was enough to convince her of the fact that he had witnessed her dream.]

Yes, that would indeed be my dream.

[She rolled the cup between her hands a little, watching the liquid slosh. It seemed a little abrupt for the end of a meeting...]

...and, so. What did you think of it?

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Nineteen Purple Files

Quicklog - Hee. Works for me!

Quicklog - And you can just. Pick whatever it is, lmao

Quicklog - Let's say something blue!

Quicklog - Blue is always good!

Quicklog - Hooray!

Quicklog - Hooray!