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[sunnydalealum]

The thin slanting light of a winter midafternoon is sifting in through the high windows as two figures step into the main room of the Library of the New Watchers' Council: a vast round vaulted space lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves.

Andrew's seen it before; he's looking at Nita, grinning in anticipation of her reaction.

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[nita_callahan]

"What, the Moon? Nah, you didn't owe me anything for that. But I'll accept this as not-a-repayment-because-you-don't-owe-me-anything."

[stilljustandrew]

That gets a laugh, as Andrew pushes back his chair and stands up.

(A low laugh. They are still in the library.)

"That'll work," he says, turning to lead her towards the door.