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Fourth Floor Common Room: Early Wednesday morning [before workshops]

Not wanting to wake Aravis ~~if she was asleep~~, Karal had crept out of their room, bringing two books and his ridiculously thick (especially when you consider they were written in the Karsite version of shorthand) pile of notes with him to the common room.

There was a pot of coffee brewed, and Karal was sitting on one end of the couch, cup of coffee to hand, with the television playing quietly in the background. It had been on when he arrived, and he wasn't entirely sure how to turn it off. He occasionally glanced at it, blinking in amazement at some bit of apparent idiocy, before diving back into his notes.

Altra was sitting on top of the TV, tail hanging in front of the screen, watching Karal.

[ooc: the common room, she is open.]

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"Evil?" Charlie started laughing, then choked it off to a giggle. "Um, no? But I was seven. Seven-year-olds are kind of evil too."

Altra was looking very amused as he watched Karal and Charlie, but he didn't say anything. Karal groaned and rubbed his forehead. "No, I know it is not actually evil. But it seemed evil. It is a long story, and one I will not bore you with." Having Molly know it was embarrassing enough. "And I am sure you were a very nice seven year old."

Charlie's smile faltered a moment, but she recovered to say, "Most of the time. Although I did make my dad stay there with me for much longer than he probably wanted to. They had a set of blocks that I had built up as tall as I was, and I didn't want to leave." She grinned again. "And long stories are fun. But what else did you see while you were there? Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty?"

Karal caught the way her smile had faltered, and he looked momentarily worried, but he chose not say anything. "There was an amazing place, called the Met? Such beautiful things, and everyone was allowed to come in, no matter what class they were. And we had pizza, and I tried a hot dog, and rode on the subway, which I would be happy never to do again." He grimaced. "Horses are far preferable."

"Ohhh!" Charlie's smile widened and she nodded enthusiastically. "That's one of the best ones! D.C. has some really great galleries too, Namine' and I visited some last month. They're *free*, too. At least the Smithsonian is." She giggled. "The Metro here is nicer than the New York subway, but if you like horses that much more, you probably still won't like it."

"Isabel said there were a number of places to be visited there. I would very much like to see them, if it can be arranged," he said, smiling at her enthusiasm. "She was talking about perhaps organising a train trip. Would you like to join us?"

"Sure! I like Isabel, she's cool. I'd love to go along." Charlie grinned and took a sip of her coffee. "This weekend I'm camping, though. Two of my classes are going on a trip south of D.C. I'm a little worried, it's my Explosions class and my Stabbing People class."

"Oh, it would not be so soon. I," he nodded at the books and held up his sheaf of notes, "have something I must finish before I can think of doing anything else."

"Wow. What is all that? Homework?" Charlie asked dubiously. "I didn't think any of the workshops were *that* bad right now."

"No, no it is not. It is from home," he explained. "I think if the teachers assigned homework to this extent the students might rebel!"

"So is it part of your job?" Charlie asked, curious. "Being the, um, acolyte? You don't have to say, if it's all confidential."

"The Envoy," he corrected gently. "And yes, it is." He looked over at Altra, who met his eyes, then he smiled at Charlie. "It is not confidential, precisely, but neither would it be of interest to anyone in this world."

"Then I hope you get through it quickly," she said, surveying the piles of papers. She reached out to scratch Altra behind the ears. "Too bad you can't just e-mail it, or write it on the computer."

"As do I," he said, boggling a bit as he imagined the reaction of those in Karse were they to receive a printed decision. "I do not think that would go over well. They are expecting hand written parchment, so that is what they have to receive."

Charlie gave him a sympathetic look. "Doesn't the Envoy get a secretary, now that the secretary's an Envoy?"

"No," he said quitely, folding his hands. "There is just me. Which is probably best, else my secretray skills would become rusty."

"Yeah, right," Charlie said, unconvinced and a little irked on Karal's behalf. "Well. If you do need help? That isn't about Envoy stuff, like taking care of Trenor, or-- I don't know, getting tuna for Altra." She smiled at the cat. "Just let me know, okay? It's not like *I* have to write a three-page essay on anything."

"Thank you, Charlie." Altra looked approvingly at her and Karal ducked his head, quite touched by the offer. "Truly, I appreciate your generosity, and if I can think of anything, I will ask."

"Sure. You're welcome." Charlie took another sip of her coffee, and turned toward the door. "Oh! Remember to come by the store tomorrow. I've written a lot more since the last time we talked. Hopefully it'll make you laugh."

"If I can, Charlie," he said. "Though I suspect it might not be until next week."

"Too bad, then. But you'll have to take breaks, right?" Charlie grinned at Altra, and said, "Jump on his head, if he forgets to sleep!"

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