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[denyamenti]

I'm starting to think these World Turtles have a fascination with using people's souls as cosmic currency in some way or another.

[ Someone's grouchier than usual today. And apparently uncaring about the hypocrisy of him presenting this particular argument. ]

That's the only reason I can think of for why they're continually attaching ours to some kind of tangible reminder: first lanterns, then jewels, now being marked like a gods-damned heifer at market.

At least no one should be able to swallow these tattoos, unlike the gems-- and before anyone asks, yes, that's a thing someone tried once.

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[denyamenti]

[ Bakura's not the type of person to feel bad about rebuffing such a thing to someone he doesn't even know (nor to people he does know, for that matter) but he'll concede with a shrug: ]

But I'm on my way to find make some kind of coffee that's not the swill they've been serving in the eating area here at the Bridge, if you have questions about anything else. Fair warning, the place some of us came from before this isn't much like Aifaran, but others have seemed curious nonetheless.

[afoolsgold]

[The Fool smiles whimsically; he's not so easily offended as that, especially by one merely asserting one's boundaries.]

I've had coffee but once or twice before, [he notes, intrigued.] If you wouldn't mind the company, I'd be glad to join you.

[And ask questions. He's good at asking questions.]

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[denyamenti]

Ten minutes, then.

[ He'll end the yimo conversation there, but he will indeed be down in one of the Bridge's eating areas, fiddling with what looks to be some kind of exotic coffee press. ]

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[afoolsgold]

As Lord Golden the Fool made it a habit of being fashionably late to everything, and succeeded in making himself a charming libertine in the process. Here, he doesn't have the luxury of Lord Golden's wealth or reputation, and decides the best means of making friends is by simply doing as he says he will.

So, ten minutes later, he slips his way into the Bridge's cafeteria, in the process of finishing braiding the length of his long amber hair. When he spies Bakura, he offers a simple smile of greeting and approaches him.

"This will produce coffee?" he asks, as though the thought is still somewhat new to him.

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[denyamenti]

Bakura studies the Fool in his arrival in an undisguised way, as if summing up a person for observation is just a normal thing that people do without being secretive about it.

"That's the intent," he replies, lifting the lid to show the Fool the contents inside the press. "I don't know what they're making the other variety with, but it isn't anything close to what it should taste like. This method is more work than I'd usually give it, but it will do for a small batch. You sound like it's not a thing you're used to having around?"

[afoolsgold]

Inquisitive, the Fool leans in to examine the contraption. "No," he agrees, then turns his head to give Bakura a wry little smile. "We are more tea drinkers, where I am from. Coffee is a luxury from the south. How would you make it, if not with this?"

[denyamenti]

"Tea and coffee are more equally balanced where I was before being here in Konryu," Bakura commented, choosing the name of this world rather than specifically Aifaran. "But more people appear to appreciate tea, so you may find it preferable. Seems harder to screw up, in any case."

The thief hummed a little under his breath, thinking of the best way to describe the standard coffee maker. "The water drips through the grounds at its own pace, picking up the flavour as it goes. It's more akin to tea steeping, just much faster. This is forcing more out of the grounds, making it stronger." And tasting less like dishwater, in his opinion.

[afoolsgold]

"Seems harder to screw up, in any case."

A wry smile answers that, and a laugh. "I have a friend from my world who might disagree," he says, thinking of the bitter tang of elfbark tea so often described to him by Fitz. The thought leaves a longing in him that he can't tolerate, and so he puts it aside.

Instead he looks back to Bakura and considers him with gentle friendliness that, somehow, manages not to be too invasive at the same time. But he's curious by nature. "Would you enjoy speaking of your world," he invites, "or would you prefer to discuss something else?"

[denyamenti]

"Perhaps, but consider that some people just like to complain for the sake of complaining," Bakura pointed out. Whether this applied to the Fool's friend or not, who knew.

The inquiry is oddly consideration, something he's sure he hasn't hardly earned yet from a complete stranger, but the thief shrugs. "Nothing wrong with explaining some general things," he answered. It was, after all, only the more personal side of things he preferred to keep closer to the vest.

The coffee press was done, steaming, and once he'd poured some for himself (black, preferred as always) he lifted it in mute inquiry to see if the Fool wanted a cup as well.

[afoolsgold]

A pause at the offered carafe, but then the Fool nods and, finding a mug, offers it out to be filled. After a murmured 'thank you,' he brings it up to his lips to sip it; however he feels about its flavour, he masks it well.

(Could use some cream, perhaps.)

"Is Aifaran very different from your home?" With one slender hand, the Fool gestures for them to sit someplace more comfortable than simply lingering near the coffee maker.

[denyamenti]

"It is quite different than the place I was in before this world," Bakura answered, moving to one of the seating tables. Thankfully the area isn't busy, and there seem to be few other Dreamfolk around at this time of day (presumably most have jobs, or something suitably responsible to be doing). The choice of wording to reframe the Fool's question is not unintentional.

"Prior to this, I was in a country called Japan, in the world of Earth. It was... more advanced, in a lot of ways, than things in Aifaran. Additionally, magic is largely unknown there to most, although it exists nonetheless."