test drive/Milliways_bar

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Gyda was still convinced that Milliways Hall was a home for gods. How else could that explain the observation window, or the doors that seemed to go everywhere, or the fire with the fish swimming in it.

She chose a table by the observation window, asking the bar for something for breakfast. Before her appeared a mug of hot chocolate and a bowl of what looked like yellow wheels in milk. A small taste proved it tasting like wheat almost: not bad really. She liked the crunchy taste with the milk.

"Lady Bar, what is this?" The bar provided a napkin with words that she tried to recall. 'Cer..eal..and..milk.." Oh, well, she knew what milk was of course, but atleast her reading was getting better.

She went to her cereal, taking another bite. The hot chocolate added a strange sweetness that made her glad the..cereal..had a plain taste.

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"It's fine for mornings when it's not cold, or this place that's so warm." Cold mornings though, she would've preferred porridge.

"It's very good. I don't think I could drink it as much as you claim." The last part came as a tease, from her finding out that Athelstan had a large sweet tooth.

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Athelstan laughs, giving her a loving squeeze.

"Perhaps not. They say it's terribly bad for your teeth."

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She smiled, but looked at him with a quirked eyebrow. "Then why don't your teeth look bad?"

That he had a hidden sweet tooth was obvious, but if he said sugar was bad for teeth, then clearly he knew a way so it wasn't bad.

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"I clean them. Mistress Bar, could we have that little book you gave me...?"

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She took another sip of chocolate, frowning a little when she found it a little too cool for her taste. Now she saw why people preferred it warm.

Seeing Bar produce objects never failed to fascinate her, but the book did give her an amused grin. "Everything is in a book in this place. Do they have books on the Gods?"

She once asked him to teach her to spell some of their names. The library they had, surely some stories were about the gods. Reading wasn't nearly as interesting as hearing the stories being told, but it would've been nice to learn.

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"They do!" he says earnestly. "All kinds of books."

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She focused her attention on the book, glad that there were pictures to explain. She could read some of the words and a few sentences, but the pictures were a great help.

"So you're cleaning your teeth with a sort of soap?" That's what it looked like, though Gyda couldn't think it tasted all that well.

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"A sort of soap", he echoes, "but made not to taste like soap. It can taste like fruit, or peppermint, or nothing at all."