An'Thaya grinned, somewhat awake now, and rummaged around under the counter for another mug. This one said Giver 'til you Quiver, which she assumed had something to do with archery. She filled it from the coffee pot and set it front of her drop-in-guest.
"We have a lot of those sorts of conversations around here," the Amazon said, "in fact my husband speaks almost exclusively in vague gestures and comedic misunderstandings."
She made a gesture that was, indeed... sort of vague, toward the doorway. "This is Mindosia... on the planet Berelath." Her grin grew a bit broader. "Ending up here unexpectedly happens to a lot of us. Some of us never leave... for long. And pajamas are appropriate attire, trust me. Any clothing at all is probably a step up from the usual."
She picked up her own mug again, seeming to warm her hands on it. An'Thaya had first come here running for her life as well... what seemed forever ago. "You have a crazy Uncle too?" she asked.
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