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[souffle_girlek]

Oswin has a routine. A routine is good - it keeps her from having to think too much, and right now, thinking too much is a problem.

Right now, in her routine, it's time to make tea.

Involved tea. The most elaborate, time-consuming tea making she can devise.

Bother.

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[souffle_girlek]

Oswin shakes her head in denial.

She has nothing against soldiers. She adores Clint, and is decidedly thankful for his gun-handling abilities to be sure, but... Autor is not Clint.

Sorry Autor, but you're being hugged. And by the way, the wagon is sinking

"No."

[herr_bookman]

Autor's a bit startled when she hugs him, but he wraps his arms around hers. "I... might be moving to Milliways before then. I'm not sure," he says, blinking as he embraces her back. "It's okay! I'll be all right."

He wonders if he should continue lying to her. If he should tell her everything. But that might make her worry more, and he's planning to take care of the situation. There's no need to make her worry.

"You sunk the wagon."

[souffle_girlek]

"Oh! Well, damn." There's really no arguing with the stark words on the screen, is there? She tries to regain some composure - after all. She wasn't supposed to be encouraging him, was she? She finds being aloof difficult. "Next time you can float the wagon."

[herr_bookman]

"We were so close, too," Autor says, and cups her cheek. He leans forward to kiss her forehead, and then draws back with a small smile. "I'm sorry I made you worry. But thank you for the game."