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It was probably safe.
The bar was...unusually reticent, in the lower layers of her mind (and she hadn't pried further; she wasn't sure if she'd be noticed; she wasn't sure if offending would get her kicked out, and regardless of whether it was actually safe it was safer than anywhere else she'd been for the past...three years?) so she couldn't be sure this place wasn't really a trap of some kind, but the higher layers gave a plausible explanation that didn't involve being a trap, and whatever else it was warm and dry and had food. Her guard was probably a full 25% down. Positively trusting, these days.
whatamithinking
whatamithinking
"...I can get some of them in Hebrew," she reports. "Not any of the ones that contain large quantities of non-scriptural words."
whatamithinking
"The ones I can perceive are all ones I can read pretty well anyways, so there's that. If there's much of anything in a text I'd find really tricky the whole thing get's translated, is what it looks like to me."
onceandforall
"What counts as a single text, I wonder, if you got a book of poems and some were ones you knew...?"
whatamithinking
"I don't so much know discrete poems. I know chunks from Proverbs and the Song of Songs and stuff like that."
whatamithinking
"Alas. On the other hand, I don't exactly take French class seriously but I do care about my grades enough to pretty much learn the material, and there's been some songs on the curriculum. Caaan I see a, um, songbook that has Lark, At the Point of Avignon, and, um, the one that goes At the clear spring, as I strolled by, I found the water so beautiful, that I bathed myself."
whatamithinking
"I assume you're getting the whole thing in English but I do see those three songs in French, and not the rest."
whatamithinking
...And then looks around, because it occurs to her that they've been completely ignoring her alt. Which, under the circumstances, not unreasonable, but.
Her alt is over in a corner booth, being as unobtrusive as possible and reading something borrowed from Bar.
Her alt is over in a corner booth, being as unobtrusive as possible and reading something borrowed from Bar.
whatamithinking
"For, uh, purposes of studying differences between alternate universes, I should probably mention I'm straight," the other Edie says, eyes still firmly on her book.
whatamithinking
"...I mean, in the absence of any other alts to learn things from, it is potentially useful information on how we vary," Cerebella admits.
whatamithinking
"...So, you...needed me to hold the door for you so you can take advantage of my world's awesome magic. Um. You...said your parents were dead, do you want to...hug mine or something? Because my Mom and Dad are home, and this was going to be my front door, until it wasn't."
"...I think I had better not," the other one says after a moment of looking incredibly conflicted. "Differences and...stuff. Um. I'll just...do the magic thing and then flee like a coward, probably."
"...I think I had better not," the other one says after a moment of looking incredibly conflicted. "Differences and...stuff. Um. I'll just...do the magic thing and then flee like a coward, probably."
whatamithinking
"...I think probably not, but it's...a good thought. Anyway." She gives her alt a look. Cerebella rolls her eyes a little, and opens the door. The other one darts through it.