An interrogation, a Bar-recommended stimulant, and some variously expensive transactions later, Linyabel has a scanner sitting on Bar's surface, whirring away, converting borrowed paper books at many pages a second into sensible electronic formats, and she is finishing up a plate of loaded savory waffles and a slab of goose and a pomegranate pudding for her snack-plus-added-stimulant-related-
An interrogation, a Bar-recommended stimulant, and some variously expensive transactions later, Linyabel has a scanner sitting on Bar's surface, whirring away, converting borrowed paper books at many pages a second into sensible electronic formats, and she is finishing up a plate of loaded savory waffles and a slab of goose and a pomegranate pudding for her snack-plus-added-stimulant-related-
The door opens.
A young woman walks in, looks around, grins, and sticks her head back out. A few minutes later she and another young woman walk into the bar.
"Hello!" says the first one.
"Hello. I had wondered when someone else would come in; Bar says it's unusual for a single patron to be alone here for long. My name is Linyabel. Komarr, 2999."
"Remember I told you last time I was here? The planet with the revolutionaries?"
"Oh, right, them. My sister's been running into a lot of people from your universe, it sounds like."
"Really? Well, they've either been very uninspired about making use of the opportunity or very good at covering their tracks."
"The first one inquired about taking home technology a bit more advanced than what they had for reverse-engineering after I told him I'd been doing that but Bar said anything obvious was too big for her to do."
"Uninspired," pronounces Linyabel. "Books are small and can be made smaller, if nothing else."
"With conversation, Edie, about our respective worlds. Hi, I'm Emily and this is Edie, we're from Earth, 1986."
"At the moment, Westchester, New York."
"Are all Komarrans as...exceptional as you?"
"Oh, I'm not from Komarr. Eta Ceta, originally. And most of the time these days I live on Barrayar."
"The two other people I met here were Ivan and Mark, respectively."
"Well, that's better than any expectable alternative, I suppose. And I imagine Ivan is well enough?"
"Good. At this rate perhaps you'll run into my husband. I can only imagine what he'd do with the place; I suppose it will depend on whether he finds it before or after I've told him about it."
"I imagine if I do it will go something like: 'Mark! So good to see you again!' 'Who on Earth are you?'"