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I don't think it's escaped anyone's notice that things are getting more violent of late, but we can't walk in groups all the time and I strongly suspect someone would notice if I carried around a sword, which is the only weapon I really know how to use.

So I've been thinking and wondering if anyone - who is not Steve because I doubt he'd hit me - would be willing to teach me some hand to hand?

I'm sure I'm not the only one who could use a little help in one department or the other, perhaps we could have some sparring sessions at HQ if people are interested? Basically, anything to aid in less of us getting shot or collapsing on live TV. Or being stabbed in some back corridor which I've gotten the impression a few of my friends think will happen to me because I walk alone at night.

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I'm glad you like the surprise.

Any time after work is fine. We can meet in HQ or in my room, whichever you prefer is fine.

I mean, how can a girl not like a man who gives her weapons?

[Honestly, given the whole memory exchange he might be the only person who easily understands how important it was to her, not just to be armed that someone willingly arms her.]

I can come to your room, it's 1204 these days, isn't it? If I'm a bit late it's because I got covered in weird gunk the scientists somehow keep making plants spit out and had to have a shower. The computer and it's stupid ideas...

A woman that likes weapons. See, I've always known you're one of the good ones.

[ And really, it's that memory exchange that gave him the idea of making something specifically for her - and something she was familiar with. A dagger wasn't a sword, exactly, but at least it's something. ]

1204, yeah. And no problem, take your time. I have somewhere to be at 2100, but other than that I'm free whenever.

Well, I don't know about you but I neither enjoy my life flashing before my eyes nor my friends following me around like I'm a defenceless toddler. Though I'm not sure me having a dagger would improve Steve's... Steve-ness.

[Could anything improve Steve's overprotective nature? Probably not.]

If my shower takes me that long I've probably died. Murdered by the fruits and veggies they're trying to, uh... improve?

Probably not, but I'm sure he'll at least feel better that you have something to give you leverage.

Ha, well I meant more if you want to get something to eat, or something like that. Let's hope that we don't get to murdering fruits and veggies.

I've been trying not to eat too much of the food, breakfast the other day seemed... spiked, to put it kindly. Did you notice? it might have been more than breakfast, I skipped lunch.

I'm sure I won't be too late, the nectar and chemicals usually washes off. Mostly.

Yeah, I felt off. I've been mainly eating with Steve, though, so I've been able to avoid the Commissary for the most part. Do you want my food portions so you can try to steer clear, too? It's a weekly ration, but between mine and yours, at least you'd get more.

Take your time, I'll be there.

So that's where you've disappeared too. I can't blame you. It's much nicer up in Green. I'll be fine. Don't you start worrying yourself over me, too. I can always bribe my supervisor if I go too hungry.

[After all, she did help grow the food that came in those extra rations. She could often talk, buy or steal her way into a little more if needed.]

[ He can't help it - when she mentions that's were you've disappeared to, Tony smiles to himself. Because Steve has that effect on him, because it has been nice to spend time with him, and...well, he's happy. He can't help it. ]

Yep, that's where I've been. And, sorry, but you're a friend so I already worry about you. Hence the dagger.

And, I insist. The food is there if and when you want it.

They might notice if Steve's food is being eaten by two constantly, Tony. You're better off keeping it and sharing it with him.

I won't starve. I survived all the crops turning to dust back home because Arthur killed a damn unicorn, the Complex won't starve me.

[You would think a medieval woman of noble birth would be more accustomed to people helping her, but she's not. The small handful of friends she has here are almost overwhelming compared to what she's used too and Morgana still hasn't quite worked out how to say yes.]

We know how to be careful, you know.

[ Eating at Steve's is hardly the worst thing they're doing. He has a feeling if someone were to know how often he stays at his place, that would most definitely be frowned upon. ]

So, yeah. The offer STILL stands. You don't have to say yes, now, but as I said, it'll be there if/when you want it.

You're already giving me a knife. What more could a woman ever want?

[Weapons were more important than sufficient food, right?]

Why can't I do both?

I'm always telling Steve he would've made a fine knight, perhaps too good to be one even and now I'm wondering if you ought to be added to the list.

[Was there something in the water where they were from?]

That's very sweet of you, but you're giving me too much credit.

I agree with you, though. Steve would make a great knight.

It's only so sweet. You don't know the men back home.

[Or well, he had only a glimpse of a few of them.]

If nothing else I'd pay a good amount of coin to see him in full armour. It could be entertaining.

Well, I saw some of them. Were they all like that?

That'd definitely be quite the sight.

Like Uther?

[She paused a moment, trying to think if Tony had told her in full what he had seen of her life but then she shrugged. What did it matter?]

It depends. My father wasn't, but Uther let him die... Leon is a good man at heart, Sir Pellinore was. But their hearts don't matter so much when their hands still sin in the worst ways. All because they must follow the King. Even Arthur does so, and I know he knows it's wrong.

But then, back home, I am little more than well-humoured chattel. A pretty jewel for the crown to marry off at it's leisure. My thoughts on morality aren't welcome.

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