"Now you're going to be a good girl while we're gone, aren't you pumpkin?" Mel asks, holding Rachel with his arm and huge hand as they play in his office.

"A'course Gramps!" the small beastgirl coos in agreement. "Will I get a treat?"

Mel chortles before going, "You'll have to eat all of your supper for that."

Their conversation is cut short when a maid approaches. "Master Mel? Majesty Lemia's assistant is here to watch your granddaughter."

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Ah-ha, Autor thinks as he approaches, adjusting his glasses. He'd read the statistics on this beastman, true, and he'd seen a picture, but to actually stand in front of him and be easily dwarfed four times over... well.

More of interest to him is the girl he's clutching so effortlessly. Five? Or six? He notes that her dark-skin likely stems from her father, Kyle. The fair hair and fangs, on the other hand, are clearly her mother's.

Cute, he thinks, in a strange way. He adjusts his glasses again and waits.
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"Consider me thoroughly intimidated," Autor says smoothly, "and your trophy wall preemptively unadorned."

He shrugs, reorienting his clavicle with the ball of his shoulder after Mel's manhandling. "Though from what I've heard, isn't a granddaughter the one a grandfather should be telling to behave?"

He doesn't actually grin or wink at the two of them, but he may as well have.
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And Autor, who has seen this before, crouches slowly to meet her eyes.

"Hi," he says softly, offering his hand. He'll try to make it clear that whether she takes it is up to her discretion. "I'm Autor. It's a pleasure to meet you, Rachel."

Mel, for all of his size and presence, may as well not even be in the room anymore.

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He smiles and squeezes her hand, and then shakes his head. "I'm just a visiting student. I work with Lemia, and stay in the dormitories."

Then he glances about, but not so quickly that she can't follow. "So," he whispers, grinning, "where are your favorite places to get into trouble?"

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Autor manages to nod at Master Mel before the beast girl jerks him out the door. She's so strong! He's fairly certain she won't accidentally break his wrist. He hopes not, anyway.

The boy tries to catch up to her as quickly as he can. "What is your favorite part about this gym?" he asks, curious. "This is for the guards, correct?"
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"Hiding places!" Autor says, grinning conspiratorially. "Those sound just about perfect to explore."

Once they've settled down up high--with the appropriate appreciative humming made for Rachel's bringing them there--Autor notes the speed of the two combatants.

"It's a marvel they don't knock each other out in one blow. Will you be here someday, then? Are you a woman of weapons or a lady of silks?" he asks, and then blinks. "Or both?"

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Autor reaches over and pats her on the elbow. "That's all right. You have time to think on it, if you even want to."

Then he gestures down at the guards. "Do you have a favorite style of fighting that you like to watch? Bare-handed? Weapons? Magics?"

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"All comers just means all who come, or 'anyone who is interested,' especially in sparring," Autor says. He bites his lip, smiling.

"I bet your father and grandfather are really quite strong, though," he says, glancing down at the ring.

And kids are loyal.
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"I believe it!" Autor says, laughing. And he does. "I've read all about them, but it must be so much more of a thrill to see them in action."

After a bit of time spent sitting in a companionable silence, the boy leans forward to look at her again. "Are you hungry?"

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Autor wrinkles his nose. "Of course not. That sounds horrid. What is it with all of the ants around here?" he says, shaking his head as he withdraws a leather-bound journal from his pocket. "Well, we'll not be eating giga ant eggs, either."

Then, after flipping to a page in the book, recites a couplet. "Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, or gluttoning on all, or all away*."

Out pops a bag, which he rummages through to produce apples, cheese, and a couple of homemade chocolate croissants.


*Shakespeare, Sonnet 75
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"Does she really?" Autor says coolly, and files that away for future reference. It's good to know what other people have on their person, though from what Mia has explained about her life, it makes sense that she'd have something akin to the troll's technology.

He draws a plate and a paring knife out of the bag, and begins slicing up the apples and cheese. The croissant, well. He hands that directly to her. "Dessert first, always. Right?"

Autor grins, thinking of Master Mel's boisterous threat. "But do make sure to eat all of your dinner, otherwise I may lose my head."

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"Easy, now. Don't choke," Autor says. He chuckles and pats her fingers. "It's a treat. Eat it slowly; it'll last longer. Or don't, but don't try to get me to share mine!"

That might be a challenge, Rachel.
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And of course, Autor's oblivious to any manner of potential toddler crushes. He nibbles his treat to the halfway point and then lays it down on a napkin he pulls from the bag.

Then he sets the plate of apples between them and leans on the railing. "Can you read, yet?"
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"Oh, that's very kind of you," Autor says, elated by her not only reading, but passing it on as well. His students in the literacy class have depressed him a bit--not because they lack skills; they're actually doing wonderfully--but because of the alarmingly dismal literacy rate around Lunar.

Surely there's more than can be done on that front...

Then he focuses on Rachel again. "Hm, maybe next time we'll have croissants with Cepheus as well."

Autor is pretty amused that she refers to the three-year-old as a baby, given their short age differences. Then again, ages are always difficult for him.
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"I might, if someone asks me to. I know I wanted to play with Cepheus at any rate," he says, shrugging.

Then he grins. "But that doesn't matter much at the moment because I'm here with you, right?"

A sudden movement catches his attention, and he looks away. "Hoo, did you see that, Rachel? He knocked him clean out!"

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Autor claps with her, though he does feel sort of bad for the one with the broken nose. They'll pray him back to health in short order, I'm sure.

He offers Rachel an apple slice. "How often do you come here?"

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Autor winks at her. "Then this is like treats before dinner. Our secret."
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