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After talking to Ulrik and Sparkle yesterday and her big confession that kind of...wasn't...Sholeh was starting to really question the need for secrecy and silence on the island. On the one hand, they were her friends--of course they were going to give her the benefit of the doubt. On the other hand, even being three-in-one didn't make her the weirdest person on the island.

There was the talking pony for one.

Perhaps sensing her contemplation, the books were mostly behaving themselves today. That was nice.

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It's here for you.

She's not so lost in thought she won't be helpful!

"Imagine seeing you here," Po greeted her with a crooked smile. "I somehow didn't know you worked here, dearest roommate."

It was a good thing that Zhahar had poked her when Po had come in, or there would have been an undignified squawk as Sholeh abruptly snapped out of her thoughts. As it was, she did start a bit and then offer him a hasty smile. And a blush for the 'dearest roommate' comment. "I do!" she said. "As of last semester. I love books, so it seemed to make sense..."

Po could probably guess the liking books part. Her side was tidy, which meant that the books were neatly stacked everywhere.

"Are you here because you need something?" Wait, did that sound rude? She wasn't trying to hurry him out! "I mean, you didn't know I was working here, so you didn't come to see me, though you're always welcome to! Err, not that you have to..."

*Sholeh, pet, you're babbling,* Zhahar reminded.

And this was what you got for being cute and calling Sholeh 'dearest.' You got babbled at.

Po's grin grew a little less cocky and a little more sympathetic. She was downright adorable when she babbled -- it was a charming change from the girls at home. "I actually wanted to look at some maps," he admitted. "I realized yesterday that I know all of nothing about the realm in which we live."

It was probably for the best that only one of them could hear thoughts about themselves. Because Sholeh would have just ended up babbling harder if she'd heard that and then possibly passed out from lack of air.

Instead, she managed to get a bit of her composure back. "Oh!" she said, snapping her fingers. "You know, you're not the first person to ask something like that. I should make a display for people who come from different places."

Coming out from behind the desk, she shot Po a smile and gestured to him to follow. "Maps are this way. We have a bunch, so we can look up pretty much whatever scale you want."

"Did you know that this country is the beard of another country?" Po asked as he trailed after her. "Toby told me so last night. I can't believe that's true, so I'll have to see for myself."

It was kind of true.

Sholeh laughed at that. "I think Sparkled said something like that once, after hearing his country called this country's hat. Then he got all huffy and started talking about syrup made from corn and lack of proper food."

Sparkle had a lot of opinions. A lot. Few of them made sense to Sholeh, though.

The maps were all behaving themselves, which was a pleasant surprise, so Sholeh had no problems pulling out a map of the Western Hemisphere. "This is the country we're in," she said, pointing to the United States. "Somewhere over here."

'Over here' being the Eastern Seaboard. Look, she wasn't from around here, either.

"Hmm." Po peered closely at the map, frowning slightly. "Then that must be the supposed hat, where Toby and your Sparkle are from," he decided, gesturing to Canada. "This is far, far larger than my world, I think. Or perhaps the maps are scaled differently." He doubted it, though.

"This is only half the world," Sholeh said, nodding. No one knew how big Ephemera was, but this world was much larger than any single piece. "I can dig up maps of the other half, too, if you want to see it all at once."

She looked back at North America and frowned. "Shouldn't Mexico be the beard? It's the lowest."

"Maybe Mexico is the shirt," Po tried. "And the United States is the beard, and Canada is the hat? None of it looks much like any of those things."

Toby. This was all your fault.

"If anything, Mexico might kind of be a necklace? Or maybe pants?" Sholeh suggested, scrunching up her face and tilting her head to the side. "Do people from this world really try to figure out what part of their wardrobe the countries resemble?"

THIS WORLD. SHOLEH DID NOT GET YOU.

"I hope not. I've never done such a thing with Lienid or the rest of the Seven Kingdoms," Po mused. "Perhaps they're less occupied here."

"Everything is a lot easier here," Sholeh said, a touch wistfully. "The lights, hot water almost instantly, food in abundance...no wonder they have time to argue about countries and wardrobes."

"I watched a presentation on the television yesterday about a special pillow one might order," Po told her. "They make things so complicated. It went on for an hour, and -- pillows at home are very simple, I think."

"...What's so complicated about a pillow?" Sholeh asked, not utterly confused. "Fabric. Feathers. You're done."

Right?

Emily was there with books to be returned. And surprise surprise, a rather pleased smile on her face. There was no evidence of David Clarke in this world. Which didn't mean squat for anybody but her, but that didn't matter.

"Hey there. Just dropping these over."

Emily might have intentionally picked the day Sholeh was around to return her books. Familiar face, not prone to poke too much into her business. It worked for her.

"Hello again!" Sholeh said, giving Emily a bright smile. She took the books and immediately started checking them back in. "Feeling all caught up?" she asked.

Emily's smile grew as she nodded. "Yeah, all caught up. It was pretty much what I expected, but is nice to see it written and all." Or in her case, not see it written and all.

"Close to your own world, then?" Sholeh asked. "Lucky. I have yet to find any hint of mine."

"Very, although I wonder if I would be more impressed if it was nothing like mine. Where are you from?"

Emily didn't think she would even begin comprehending Sholeh's world, but she had to be polite.

Hopefully the smell of ~~Mexicoan~~ Mexican food would capture Sholeh's attention. Because, yes, around lunchtime there was Ulrik right on cue.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," he said, leaning against the counter.

~~Omg, she had learned!~~

Sholeh lit up and for once it wasn't because of lunch. There had been tiny voices whispering in her mind all night that just because Sparkle and Ulrik had handled her confession so well the day before didn't mean they were going to keep being friends with her. And since those tiny voices weren't her sisters, it meant that she couldn't even tell them to shut up.

"You came!" she said without thinking. "Hi!"

"It's Wednesday," Ulrik said plainly. "Where else would I be?"

"Ummm...well, when you put it that way, I guess it's silly of me to have been surprised," Sholeh admitted. "I'm just glad you're here."

And, no, Sparkle, not like that.

"You're only saying that because I brought you tacos," Ulrik teased. IN A BROTHERLY SORT OF WAY, SPARKLE. GOD.

WERE YOU LISTENING TO THE NARRATION, ZEELA?

"Well...only mostly," Sholeh said with a laugh. "I also really like the empanadas. "

"Empanadas?" Ulrik echoed, looking concerned. "I'm not sure if I got any of those..."

He'd totally got some of those.

"Liar," Sholeh declared. "I bet if I dig in right now, I'll find a whole bunch, including some for you to leave behind so I can eat again before my shift ends."

Cause he's so charming!

AHAHAHAHA - Charming, right.

After a day to recover from the cough-syrup everywhere, John was back and possibly digging into past librarians' notes.

Snow? In winter? UGH.

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