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[Hanekoma's grinning as casually as ever, but he looks a little flushed, and are those dark circles under his eyes?

That's definitely a drippy-looking nose. Maybe he shouldn't have been running around in short sleeves and sandals after all.]

Heyyyy! Had fun with your party?

I was just wonderin' if anybody out there's got tea leaves they're willin' ta trade. I prefer green, but I'll take black or herbal if that's what you've got.

[Thoughtful.] I can trade ya fresh eggs, meat, or --

[He turns the camera to display a half-finished tempera mural in black and white covering one wall of his room -- it's a boldly outlined forest of graffiti-style skyscrapers seen from above, dwindling down to tiny streets under a brilliant sky.] --we can work out a trade for some wall art.

[He pauses to stifle a hacking cough.] Speak up quick, just in case goin' out gets tricky again in a day or two!

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Looks like we'll have plenty! There're three or four people willin' ta trade.

[He grins.] I'll give her a few tips, make sure she's doin' it right.

[He's almost tripping at that, and shooting her a surprised sideways glance. How is it you always catch him off guard with these revelations, Willow?]

Sounds like there's quite a story there.

Bit cold here for most citrus, isn't it? I've got some fruit laid in still, though; that oughta do me.

[she is good at that, saying unexpected things with an upbeat voice and a smile]

I got kidnapped by a former friend and her boyfriend who uh...didn't like me very much. They pulled me through a portal and restrained me, then performed a lobotomy. They were only partway through when Buffy arrived; but it gave me time to slip my consciousness to another realm and heal myself. Not even a scratch. [she sounds pleased with her - admittedly amazing - feat]

That's pretty impressive.

[Shaking his head, composure regained, and picking up a slightly chipped bowl full of duck eggs from the kitchen counter.]

Here's your half of the deal, kiddo!

Thanks! Oh, I got your's here too. [she reaches into her slightly-worn wicker basket and pulls out the bag of green tea she had managed to procure.]

Not bad, not bad!

[He doesn't bother trying to smell it. With his nose in this state, the best he could do is sneeze on it.] Thanks, Wil. I owe ya one.

Oooh, must be complicated.

[Twenty minutes and a box of tea bags later she'll come a-knockin'.]

[Pausing for a moment in surprise before he cracks up. Man, nobody's tried to coddle him since he can remember. It's kinda cute of you, Sora, really.]

Ha! Thanks for the offer, but I'll do okay. If you've got a sweater, though, anythin' around medium size oughta be close enough, I'd trade ya for it...

[He shrugs, grinning.] This shirt's gettin' a little thin for the weather.

Glad ya had fun! And you generally oughta stay away from funny-smellin' punch. Somebody probably spiked it.

[Hanekoma pulls the door open on the second knock, grinning at her. He looks a little weary, but he's not letting that slow him down.]

Heyyy! C'mon in.

[Weary? Join the club!]

I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Sango. And if you don't mind, I think I'll stay outside.

[She doesn't normally set foot into strangers' houses. 8| Paranoia--'tis a wonderful thing.]

It's a wonder no one has attempted a coup, either, though I'm not sure if that's for lack of trying or just because no one has been powerful enough to attempt to take control. And knowing the nature of this place, I'm not entirely sure that anyone could come in from the outside to clean this place up anyway.

That's a reasonable offer. If only they'll trust us enough to accept it.

Yeah. Though I'm not sure that most people here go after the nutritional supplements. They work just as well.

Nah, I got the duck eggs. [she waves off the owing anyone anything, fair's fair.] Which will be so tasty in an omelette.

Just yet?

[Yes he is expecting you to explain ALL THE THINGS.]

You got any ideas for backup if they don't take that one?

[He shrugs.] The way they limit everybody but the Animus around here, I'd be surprised if a coup was even possible for the powerful.

Pleasure ta meetcha. Sanae Hanekoma. [He inclines his head in a casual sketch of a bow and snags the salt pork from the end table.]

You sure about that? It's chilly... if you've got someplace ta go, though, I won't keep ya. Here's the pork.

Eh, I guess they do, but it's not the same, ya know?

Ha! Hope ya enjoy 'em. We've usually got plenty, so if ya ever want more, I'm always up for a trade.

Most people here'd rather head home. There's plenty a interest in figurin' out what's up.

Pretty simple, really! But time-sensitive. You know how it is.

I think I'll just hafta take you up on that!

Yeah. I suppose not.

I'll send some over here shortly? Where should I send it?

[Maybe she'll take him up on that offer another time, but not now. She makes the trade and nods with a smile.]

Mm, I do, actually. Thank you, Hanekoma-san.

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