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The Arms Hotel; Wednesday [ 06/03 ].

The day to be had at the Arms Hotel today was going to be an awkward one. Valentine had made the mistake of bringing her German book from the library with her, which instantly prompted Gunther to seize on the opportunity to speak in German (and nothing but) to Valentine and insist that she talk back to him in only German, as well, otherwise du erlernen nichts.

This in and of itself would not have been problematic if it weren't for the fact that what Gunther wanted to talk about was cooking. Particularly what he was cooking today...

Today's Special:
Bratwurst with Spicy Mustard
Wiesswurst
Knackwurst und Kraut

So this meant that Valentine was being subjected to a man talking about nothing but the juiciness and size of his sausages, while waving them about for her to see. After last night's licorice conversation, it didn't take long at all for Valentine to just pretty much want this whole awkward business over. To think she'd only just got there, too.

The Arms Hotel is open!

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"I think that'd be more computer geek that theatre geek," Valentine said. "You need a scarf for theatre geek. Maybe a lisp."

"I suppose I could try a lisp before my voice well and truly breaks," he said, thoughtfully.

"Come on, you're an actor now. Should be a sinch. Runs in the family."

But then again, what didn't?

Mental health?

"I think I'll save it for my performance," Ender said, thoughtfully. "I do have a tyrant to deal with. Suppose it would be too method to imagine it's someone we know?"

Anything actually consequential, then.

"It'd give me a little something extra to look for from the audience, though," Valentine pointed out.

"I don't expect to become part of the amorphous blob of the stage," Ender replied, amused.

"Sounds like you're setting yourself up there, Ender," Valentine noted with a quirked eyebrow.

"And I know I'm not going to be disappointed."

"I'm not setting myself up," he replied. "I could put on a bright red hat and it would have the same result."

He shrugged lightly. "So what have you been up to?" His fingers brushed across the desk.

Valentine was about to give Ender a look because he knew that wasn't what she meant, but the fingers across the desk distracted her.

"Absolutely nothing of consequence," she admitted.

"I doubt that," Ender said. "I'm sure you've been making the rounds." He tilted his head at her, questioning, amused.

"Like I said," Valentine said, returning a smile. "Nothing of consequence. I'm learning German and Chinese, though, and, in exchange, enlightening a mind to the great philosophical minds of our century."

"Demosthenes?"

Valentine grinned. "Who else?"

"I always took you for a Platonic girl," he said, skimming his fingers over to find hers, now.

Was that...yes, Ender's fingers had found hers, and Valentine smiled a little, as her fingers gave his a little squeeze. "Most people do."

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