Pasha, an Avatar story.

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Part 57

Spoiler: An unexpected shift exchange.

"And would messrs Patel and Beckenbauer be in yet?"
"Nah."
"Nope."
"Two stooges, notable by their absence, at this particular juncture."
"Right."
"Tea? Since you're 'ere?"
"Love one."
"Milk and sweetener?"
"Always! At least when there is any."
"There is. New tin of biscuits too." Tony, offering Chris the open tin.
"Ooo, this is better than being at home!"
"How is the hovel?"
"Dreary."
"No decorations?"
"Yeah, well, OK, so ..... dreary with tinsel and a slightly moth eaten tree."
"Classy."
"Mmm."
"It's better than sleeping on a park bench under a plastic sheet. Well, slightly better."
"Is that the voice of experience?"
"It is, as it happens. I went to a festival in my youth, and I went to the loo about about five a.m. When I came back, my tent was gone. I spoke to the organizers, they didn't have a camera pointing in that direction, but they found a plastic sheet, one of those shiny aluminized ones. It wasn't great, but it kept the rain off. On the plus side, it saved me dragging a load of sopping wet gear home and drying it out, I guess."
"You didn't get any of it back?"
"Nope, and my insurance said I wasn't covered, as it was left unattended at an open air music event."
"Dirtbags!"
"I seem to remember saying something stronger than that, at the time."
"I can imagine!"
"Makes two of us!"
The buzzer sounded.
"Good evening."
"Yeah, evenin'."
"Pass phrase?"
"Ho, ho, ho!"
The buzzer sounded, Kyle and Francis stepped inside, a few moments later, they stepped into the Security suite.
"I heard you'd be paying a visit."
"You two! What happened to the two stooges?"
"Shift exchange."
"Your'e joking! I'd've jumped at it!"
"Three months back, you didn't."
"Nah, that's true, you didn't."
"No, well, I, err, a lot's changed in the last three months."
"Apart from the tea. Ooo, thank you."
"And the biscuits."
"Ah, biscuits, nice, where'd these come from?"
"A little sweetener from our resident multibillionairess."
"Sweetener?"
"An advanced thank you for working round Pasha's feeding times."
"Oh, that's nice, she didn't have to do that, it is kinda part of the job."
"Yeah, err, no, but, I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, now was I?"
"I 'spose not."
"Mmm.
"Now, where was I?"
"Not a clue."
"Me either."
"Nah, I've lost track, something about tea?"
"Ah yeah right, tea. Yeah, so apart from the tea and biscuits, the relevant 'happened in the last three months' stuff, all happened in the last two 'n' 'alf weeks!"
"He's right, ya know."
"Has it really only been two and a half weeks?"
"Yep, poker night before last."
"Yeah, that's two weeks and four days."
"Five."
"Hmm? Err, yeah, two weeks and five days!"
"Two weeks and five days? That's pretty much three weeks."
"Pretty much."
"Nearly."
"All right then, nearly pretty much."
"Yeah, that's more like it."
"Glad that's sorted."
"What ever, I can't believe it's been less than three weeks."
"OK, hand over, museum, same dung, different date."
"Hang on, there's a complete Santas outfit in lost property, owner said he'll pick it up later."
"That's true, I forgot about that."
"That's pretty poor, it was you that took the call."
"What time was the call?"
"I let you in while he was taking it."
"What time did you get in?"
"About a minute and a half before you, Francis."
"Oh ..... Yeah, that is pretty poor then."
"What ever, anyway, good night. Have fun."
"What he said."

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Part 58

Spoiler: Admiral Vague.

"So, you going to go fetch Pasha?"
"Coz we plan on following you till we find where you stashed it."
"Kaltxì, gut ìvnìng."
Chris, Kyle and Francis all turned and stared at Pasha, standing in the doorway, with rebreather and crutches.
"Wot?"
"I came here tonight to get you the rebreather and the crutches?"
Pasha laughed.
"Yu show mi bifr."
"Er, I did? Eeeeerrrrr ..... Oh. Yeah. I did, didn't I."
"Knob."
"Jockey."
"Yu fgtd?"
"Yeah, I forgeted."
"Pretty sure the word you two're looking for, is 'Forgot'."
"He's got a point there."
"Thank you." Chris didn't sound the least bit appreciative.
"You're welcome, any time."
"Mmm, don't mention it. These biscuits are good."
"Is that your third?"
"Err, maybe?"
"Pig."
"Yeah, it's your turn to get the next lot."
"I only had one out of the last lot, and I paid for the last lot!"
"Oh."
"Fair enough."
"Fis ..... " Pasha said, kinda awkwardly "Ay faynt."
"Found."
"Fawnt."
"We did 'D' "
" 'T'? "
" 'D' "
"Ìì, 'D'? "
"That's the bunny."
Pasha looked at Kyle, 'Puzzlement' would probably be the best way to describe her expression.
"Yeah, generally best to lay off of the idioms. We've only been going at it a week, give it a month or two and yeah. But baby step right now, baby steps."
"I never thought of it as an idiom, but it is, in't it?"
"Mmm."
"Where were we?"
"Faynd."
"Well done, yes, find.
"Except this need to be a past tense, so it ..... "
" 'Faynd'd', ìì kehe 'faynded'. "
"Oh boy, w're run into a can of big fat slathering worms right there."
"Mmm, a mixed metaphor."
"Whatever, but good luck with the world of W T F that is, err, 'ang on, what ya call 'ems?"
"Irregular verbs. Yeah, so you remember I said, that most things that are in the past have an  'ed' on the end?"
"Ay du."
"There are exceptions, things that don't follow the rules, they are called 'Irregular Verbs'. "
"There's no set pattern to what is, and what ain't, you just have to learn them all individually."
"Ay n't n'tx'stänt."
"No, not really sure I understand them either. They're a mess."
"Whole English language is a mess, and America's half assed effort to make spellings easier to learn, just made a horrendous great big mess, even bigger and messier."
"We haven't got to spelling yet."
"Nah, literacy is a whole other thing altogether."
"Yeah, so it's 'found'."
"Fawnd?"
"That's it. Err, yes, 'Found'. "
"N't n'tx'stänt."
"Find, finding, found."
"Nina'vi lu run, rerun, rolun."
"Err, OK. No, actually, say again?"
"Run, rerun, rolun."
"Rune, rare-rune,  roe-lune?"
"Klews ìn'f."
"So?"
"Ow, ìì faynt, fayntìng, fawnt."
"Err, and with  'D'? "
"Faynd, fayndìng, fawnd."
"Nailed it!"
"Yeah, that's great! Well done!"
"Ìì, pack?" Pasha, holding up the bag.
"Ah, yeah, 'bag', if you found it somewhere, it needs to be logged into 'lost property', here we go, place the item on the table ..... "
Chris took out his viewscreen, selected the 3D camera/scanner app, and waved it around the bag, tipping it onto it's side to get the bottom of it, just in case. A three dimensional representation of the bag appeared on his screen, he wiped a hand over the screen, then wiped the sam hand over a part of the monitor wall, where the bag duly appeared.
"Date today, December twenty fourth, twenty one twenty six. Description of item, black embroidered hand bag containing, viewscreen, lipstick, powder compact, false eyelashes, one false nail, gum dispenser - spearmint flavor, one prophylactic, 'fruit flavored', still sealed in packaging. Plus what appears to be a human hair, long, possibly brown, and a small quantity of lint."
Chris repeated the 3D scanning for these items, and then transferred the images onto the monitor wall in the same way too.
"Where did you find it?"
"Ìì, ay show."
"You got that one spot on, well done. OK show me where you found it."
Chris followed Pasha out.
"Where d'you think she found it?"
"Either somewhere between Xenobiology and where ever they're hiding the crutches and rebreather, or there and here."
"Thank you Captain Vague!"
"I was thinking more Admiral Vague."
"So, actuall, I was more kinda thinking Army, rather than Navy."

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Txantsan, good work

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Part 59

Spoiler: How to say 'Bag'.

"We're back!"
"My god! He's right!! They are!!!" Kyle was in utter shock, apparently.
Francis clapped the back of his hand to his fore head, and fainted, apparently. The tongue hanging out was a nice touch.
"Anyone ever tell you that 'Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit'? " Chris, rather pointedly.
"Well, we are in the basement." Francis, seemingly without actually regaining conciseness.
"Meh."
"OK, so where was the bag?"
"Under the seats by the lifts, floor 'S' tower 'S4'."
"Not far from Xenobiology."
"Eggs ..... zactly."
Both Kyle and Francis had a sneaky suspicion that this was a fib, and that the real location might give too big a clue as to where the top secret hiding place was.
"You missed Santa."
"We did?"
"Yeah. Picked up his suit, didn't hang about."
"Apparently he had to fly, had to visit some people, apparently."
"Well, that figures."
"Tea?"
"Go on then, just one but I should probably get home after."
"Pak?"
"Bag."
"Pak."
"Don't forget, you still have an incomplete lost property entry for that pack."
"Bag!"
"Whatever."
"Pak?"
"Bag!"
"Ìi ..... "
" 'B' 'B b b b b b' 'B!' "



"Happy Christmas Scott."
"Happy Christmas Francis. Really getting into the whole Converging, I see?"
"Again, didn't want the buzzer disturbin' Pasha."
"Fast asleep on the bench seat again?"
"She is, 'n' so's Chris."
"Chris?"
"Yeah, had to come in to get Pasha her crutches and rebreather."
"Ah, I see."
"Get's better."
"Go on?"
"Now, he meant to tell Pash where he hid 'em, but one of the team from Xenobiology, Jan something I think, turned up and they had to race back, didn't have time for him to show her."
"OK."
"Thing is, he'd already told her, and forgot."
Scot sniggered.
"Dozy sod!"
Francis smirked and nodded.
"He's not going to live that down any time soon, that's for sure!
"I'm in. Actually, I think I will head in, nothing personal, but if I don't get in out of this cold, there's not going to be anything to be personal, if you catch my drift."
"Err, yeah, as it happens. Where the blazes is Miguel?"
"Stuffed if I know!"
Scott stepped inside.
"See ya in a mo', I hope!"
"It's bloody lovely in here!" Scott said from inside, his voice sounded like he was enjoying the warmth a little too much.
"Bugger off, ya piss taking git!" Francis sounding bitter, it was probably tongue in cheek.


By the time Francis and Miguel joined them, Scot and Kyle had set up a table and chairs by the entrance to maintenance, there were two unoccupied chairs, and two cups of tea waited for them.
"Happy Christmas!" Scott said to Miguel.
"Happy Christmas!" Miguel said to Scott.
"Happy Christmas!" Miguel said to Kyle.
"Happy Christmas!" Kyle said to Miguel.
"Happy Christmas!" Kyle said to Francis.
"You daft bugger, we did that, just after midnight!"
"You're no fun!"
"This is posh." Miguel, changing the subject.
"We're not open today, so there ain't no body in the Tea Room to miss 'em." Scott, keen that the change of subject should stick.
"Can't argue with that."
"Mmm, civilised this." Miguel, taking a seat.
"You two back in tonight?"
"Tonight and poker night."
"Oh yeah, 'swednesday today."
"Mmm."
"I have to say, this cuppa is welcome, it's not exactly warm out there."
"You can say that again!"
"It's not exactly warm out there."
"Here we go!"
"Go what?"
"Much as I hate to drag work back in to it."
"If you must."
"He had to spoil the moment, didn't he?"
"So, hand over?"
"Same poo different day?"
"It's Christmas, so Museum's shut."
"We know."
"So no member of the public."
"Yay! Best Christmas present this year!!!"
"Ab-so-flipping-lutly!"
"But ..... "
"There had to be a but, didn't there!"
"We have two people booked in from Xenobiology, to feed, water and clean out Pasha's hutch."
"Not that there's a lot of cleaning out, not since Chris showed her how to work human toilets."
"Mmm, true, even I notice she's tending to use the water jet toilets, not the toilets with paper."
"I guess it's a novelty. Now, when are Xenobiology coming in?"
"Zero seven thirty."
"Quite late for them."
"Mmm. I guess they fancied a lay-in."
"Well, it is Christmas, after all."
"And to be fair, I quite fancied a lay-in, myself."
"Yeah, I noticed."
"Nah, that was a hold up on the trains."
"Another suicide?"
"It was, yeah."
"Great Christmas for someone, then."
"That's not a happy thought."
"No, well, that's the world we live in."
"It is, isn't it?"
"Yeah, sad, but true."
"It is, yeah."
"So, what did we miss?"
"Pasha found a bag, but couldn't say 'bag'."
"So Chris taught her to say it."
"Yeah, which was pretty monotonous, as it happens."
"It was that."
"But she got there eventually."
"Mmm. In the end, they both nodded of a little after half past midnight, I think."

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Part 60

Spoiler: Indoor pavement café.

"Chris, it's ten past seven." Miguel whispered.
Chris woke and yawned. he looked sleepily at Miguel for a moment, before responding.
"Huh?"
"It's ten past seven." Miguel still whispering.
"Oh. Right." Chris whispered in reply
He stretched and rubbed his eyes, before continuing with the softly whispered conversation.
"Tea?"
"Mmm, why not. There's two from Xenoboilogy booked in for seven thirty."
"Trains are delayed again, another suicide."
"Getting to be almost a daily occurrence."
"Mmm. So they may be late, or they might not. Either way, cuppa coming right up."
"Much obliged."
Miguel beckoned Chris with just one finger, Chris very carefully slid around the table and followed Miguel out of the Security suit.
"Nice, our very own indoor pavement café!" Chris , no longer whispering.
"Happy Christmas Chris." Miguel at normal volume too.
"Happy Christmas Miguel." Chris replied.
"Happy Christmas Chris." Scott, handing Chris a mug of tea.
"Happy Christmas Scott." Chris taking the tea.
"Happy Christmas Miguel." Scott said to Miguel.
"Happy Christmas Mark." Miguel said Scott.
"Don't you call me Mark!"
"Couldn't resist it."
"Hmmmph!"
"So, watcha gonna do today?"
"Drink tea, and moan about the weather, I expect."
"Yeah, sounds about right."
"What about you Chris?"
"Catch up on my beauty sleep, mostly."
"In again tonight?"
"I wasn't going to."
"What about Pasha?"
"I expect she'll spend the day in Xenobiology."
"And what about tonight?"
"The world is her oyster."
"So traveling round London on public transport, then."
"That's an Oyster Card."
"Oh yeah."
"Nah, I mean there's a museum full of exhibits to wander round and look at, a security suit - with unsavory characters, she could even get an early night, is she wanted."
"Or sit in her goldfish bowl."
"I can't see that that's especially appealing."
"Nah, how long did it take her to work out how to escape from it, in the first place?"
"I dunno, they reanimated her on a Monday, and she was out Thursday night. So, four days."
"Given that she'd never seen human technology before she was kidnapped, that's pretty awesome."
"In pain, missing a leg and her head tentacle, yeah, that's pretty hard core."
"And on her first day out, learned Poker, and then beat all of us."
"Mmm."
"You do know the science puke still think she's just a dumb animal."
Chris smiled.
"Yup!"
"Feeling smug?"
"Oh yeah! Them dumb ass doctorate types ..... "
"Häpi krìsmäs."
"Happy Christmas Pasha."
"Happy Christmas Pash."
"Yeah, Happy Christmas Pasha."

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Part 61

Spoiler: Tea on ice.

"Morning Jean, fancy meeting you here!"
"Morning Geof, stress free journey in?"
"Not exactly, I take it your journey's was as disrupted as mine?"
"Suicide, jumper on the tracks."
"Funny you should mention that. You know, I remember all the disruption, what, about ten years ago, when they installed that system that was going to make it essentially impossible for jumpers to get on the track."
"That worked well, then."
"As I recall, there were three the first day it was operational."
"Sounds about right."
"Tax payers' money put to good use."
"Yes indeedy."
Geof pressed the intercom button.
"Good morning, New British Museum, this is security, Miguel Griffiths speaking, how may I help you?"
"Err, morning, err, can you let us in please? It's bleedin' cold out here!"
"Can I take you names please."
"Jean Mistry, Xenobiology."
"Geof Carrillo, also Xenobiology."
"I see your booked for zero seven thirty."
"Suicide somewhere along the Bakerloo line, I think. Whole lot's a mess, nothing much is moving, and nothing at all's moving quickly."
"Yeah, I heard a rumor to that effect."
The buzzer sounded, Jean and Geof stepped inside.
"Damn, that's better!"
"Yeah, that wind's quite bitter."
"You can say that again."
"So, to business."
"Ladies first!" Geof, gesturing for Jean to go first.

"Welcome to Chez Sécurité ..... "
"Nice!"
" ..... would you two like a cuppa?" Scott, gesturing the table and chairs set up out side maintenance.
"Actually, would it be OK if did the specimen, and had a cuppa on our way out?"
"Err, you wanna put the tea on ice?"
"Mmm."
"Yeah, if that's OK?"
"Don't see why not."
"I, well we expect that the specimen is hungry, and the analgesia is probably beginning to wear off. Err, that's pain relief."
"I know what analgesia is, my grandmother was a veterinary nurse."
"Oh."
"Does the tea room know you borrowed their stuff?"
"They do, they're OK with us borrowing it, just so long as it's back in the tea room before they open tomorrow morning. If there's any damage, we don't get to borrow it again. "
"And the extension cable?"
"Maintenance's, what they don't know won't hurt them."
"I see."
"Actually, we'd appreciate it if you didn't mention it to them."
"My lips are sealed."
"Mine too."
"Right, well, lets get you signed in."
Scott gestured the way to security, and then followed them in. Miguel was already poised for them to sign in.
"Right, see you in a little while."
"Mmm."
"So, we're not going anywhere till twelve thirty."
"Twelve thirty?"
"Shift change."
"Oh yeah."
Jean and Geof shuffled back out the way they'd come in.
"Have fun!" Miguel called after them.
"Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" Scott echoed.
Neither Jean Geof replied.

[Toliman]

Good You are good writer!

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Irayo nìtxan!

 

[Toliman]

Kea tìkin and good luck with another writing

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Part 62

Spoiler: Stair dodgers.

"So, how did it go?"
"Fine."
"Mmm. Not that we expected anything unexpected."
"You were longer than we expected."
"Is that an issue?"
"No, not at all. How's the tea?"
"Great! So much better than the vending machine stuff."
"Mmm, perhaps we should sabotage the one on our floor."
"I trust that was meant in jest?"
"Of course, but I can dream."
"I wonder if you can get voodoo dolls of vending machines?"
"I wouldn't exactly be shocked if you could. If you look long enough, you can find pretty much anything for sale on line."
"Ain't that the truth!"
Four sat and drank their tea in silence for a while, all appreciating a really good cup of tea.
Finally tea drained from four cups, conversation returned.
"A genuinely decent cuppa. From the bottom of my heart, thank you."
"You are most welcome."
"OK, so I guess it's time to make ourselves scarce, we have reservations for lunch, and it's at a proper pub."
"Red Lion, down the street?"
"Crown and Flint."
"Hardly a pub, expensive pub themed restaurant, more like it."
"Ever been?"
"Not as a customer."
"Oh?"
"Mate of mine supplied some of the ambience infusing clutter. He used to run an antiques emporium, or 'junk shop' as we liked to call it."
"Oh."
"Mmm."
"Few years ago now. Well, maybe more than a few, come to think of it."
"Well, thank you for the tea."
"Mmm, yeah, thanks, really does make a nice change."
"Well, I for one don't fancy setting up out on the actual pavement, just at the mo', must be about minus forty out there, with the wind chill."
"Certainly felt like it, I know that!"
"See you later."
"Mmm, yeah."
"I see you're booked for seventeen thirty."
"We are."
"Ah, would it be an issue if we were delayed?"
"Like this morning?"
"Err, yeah."
"Err, no."
"With in reason, we have some scope for flexibility, but only up to a point."
"Is that point set in stone?"
"So, it's written into the insurance policy."
"Ah, so what does it say on the matter?"
"It's something like three or four pages of small print. It says a lot, without making anything clear."
"Load of legalese, blooming gobbledygook, if you ask me."
"Somebody wanted as much wriggle room as they could finagle, by the sounds of it."
"Yeah, that about sums it up, as it goes."
"Right, so, see you round about half five, all going well."
"Yeah, don't jinx it, Geof."
"And since when were you the superstitious type Jean?"
"Since anything to do with the tube is a lottery?"
"Hmm, OK, I'll give you that."
If the exchanged anything further, it was lost as they left the elevator doors closed.
"Took the lift."
"Well, all the way up to ground level, it is a whole floor, after all."
"Fair point, we can hardly expect important people like that to do something as demeaning as use stairs."
"Precisely. Biscuit?"
"I thought you'd never ask!"
"Well, I was hardly going to share them with a couple of stair dodgers, now was I?"
"That's the most sensible thing you've said all shift!"

"Good morning Pasha."
"Gud murnìng Skot."
"Still need a little practice."
"Ay tray."
"So, they've gone, now."
"Gud."
"Coming down? I know you don't normally get to spend the day out of your ..... "
"Glas keys. Yes ay km dawn."
"So you'll show me where the crutches and rebreather are hidden?"
Pasha smiled, and lifted the items up, so the could be clearly seen in the window.
"You had them in there all night? Is that where you're hiding them?"
"Kehe! Ay now they km bäk no, they not now ay spik Ìnglìsh, they tork lots. Sey they gow, not km bäk bifor leytr. They meyk shor they not liv eynithìng bihind."
"Wow, your english really is coming along, though." Scott, as he watched Pasha expertly prise off a cover plate.
"Thank yu, ay trì veri hard." Pasha, opening the airlock door.
"You went and got those as soon as Jean and, err ..... "
"Jef."
" ..... yeah, Geof, as soon as they'd come down stairs."
"Ay weyt lìtll, then ay fech. They sey they häv ti wìth yu, then liv myuzi'm. Sow ay häd taym."
"You know they think you're just an animal, and can't talk. Not even a language of your own, let alone English."
"Ay now. Itx f'ni." Pasha, with a big toothy innocent smile.
She slipped on the face mask and turned on the gas canister as she waited for the air in the airlock to change.
The indicator finally changed from red to green, and she opened the outer door.
"You're really good at that now."
"I häv praktìsed."

Pasha followed Scott into the security suite, on the table was a neatly wrapped box with a ribband and a bow, it looked sophisticated and expensive. Next to which was a gift bag, which looked nice, but not as nice as the box.
"Happy Christmas Pasha."
"Yeah, Happy Christmas."
"Ìì, Hapxì Krìsms."
"These are for you, I'm not sure if Chris told you about Christmas presents?"
"Yes, hi sey äbawt Krìsms prrezents."
"Sorry it's not as nicely wrapped as Miguel's." Pasha looked inside cautiously, before putting a hand in, she pulled out a pack of colored pencils, which she placed carefully on the table, she placed her hand back in the bag and lifted out a pad of paper.
"It's so you can draw things."
Scott helped Pasha Pasha open the pencil's pack, then gestured how to use them. Pasha experimented, and drew a few random lines, getting the feel of the pencil.
"They're water color pencils, you can take a brush, wet the brush with water, and blend the colors together, and fade them out too."
Pasha looked amazed, and took a minute or two to really get over the gift.
"Thank yu." She said at last, there was real sincerity in her voice.
"I have an eccentric elderly relative, she likes to send me stuff, she's propper minted, and to be fair always manages to pick just the right gift, which is kinda sickening. I can't bare to throw 'em away, so I reuse 'em."
Pasha looked at the box, a little unsure, presumably bags were a thing on Pandora, but it appeared boxes were not.
"The top just lifts off. "
"Ìì ..... "
After a little trial and error, Pasha lifted the top off. The whole outer piece lifted, leaving an inner on the table, it pulled up a vacuum as it separated.
"That box is classier than most apartments I've lived in."
"Yeah, you and me both, Scott. You and me both."
Pasha lifted out a bag of beads, her face lighting up as she recognized what they were.
"Aysrok lu."
"We call them beads. There's some leather thongs in there, I hope they're OK."
Pasha found the thongs, twenty in all. She looked blown away.
Pasha opened the bag, took our a bead, and threaded in on to one of the thongs, she looked relaxed, at home. Here was something she knew, something from home that was also on another world. Something that tied the two irreconcilable pieces of her life together at last. She looked as if a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders.
She hugged Miguel tightly.
"I think you got the right thing there, Miguel."
"Yeah, well, I just tried to imagine what aunt Bea would've gotten her."
"Irayo. Irayo nìtxan! Thänk yu veri veri much."
"I think your aunt Bea would've nailed it."

"Evening Chris." Francis, answering the viewscreen call.
"Evening Francis."
"Running late?"
"I'm not gonna make it tonight, I think I've caught a dose of something."
"Not good."
"Thanks for the sympathy."
"Don't mention it. Will you be in for Poker Night tomorrow?"
"Dunno. Not if I still feel this bleedin' awful!"
"Well, I prescribe lots of rest, and plenty of fluids. And if you're dead in the morning, you needed to go to hospital tonight."
"Thank you doctor Crippen!"

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Very good

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Ìì, is "Irayo nìtxan" correct?

[Toliman]

Ìì, is "Irayo nìtxan" correct?

Srane Yes, it is

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Phew!

[Toliman]

If you wanted to say "thank you very much", "Irayo nìtxan" is correct.

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I did. Both from me to you above, and also from Pasha to Miguel.