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Oh~ Piper is an expert on that! There is running and blowing bubbles and crossing the street and wearing stripedy socks! All are very fun, fun, methinks.

[He laughs as he looks at her] Honestly, right now I'll do anything. Anything can be better than sitting here doing nothing. I mean I have homework to do but I'm really not in the mood.

Homework~? Like sweeping and mopping and dusting and washing? But that can be fun, fun too, if the broom knows how to waltz and the mop is also a mike.

Eh no...that's not exactly what I'm talking about. Britt's mum does all that kind of stuff around the house. I mean more like algebra. But dancing and singing sounds more like it.

Al-ge-bra? ((That's an absolutely foreign concept to her.)) Silly thing~! Not important. Dancing and singing and playing and gardens with lots of flowers~! Those are the important things.

Yeah, you know maths? [He's from Ireland and he still knows what it is. That grin hasn't moved from her face either.] Well, I agree that they're a lot more fun!

Maths? ((She tries the word out, then shakes her head, her bright hair flying around.)) Nope, never, nada, goose eggs. I know zero~! And maths sounds like zero. Zero fun.

[He laughs a little watching her] I like you, you have great energy. I'm Rory, by the way.

Rory. Like a lion~! Oh- and Piper is Piper is Piper. And Piper is pleased to meet you, good sir.

Yeah, I guess you could say that. Piper. Pleasure to meet you too, Piper.

Rory, Rory, Rory. Where is Rory from~? Far, far away, across the sea? Or from a forest? Piper is from a forest.

Yeah, I'm not from around here. The accent kind of gives it away doesn't it? I'm from Ireland. A forest, huh?

Ireland~! The Emerald Isle. Land of ires. What's an ire, Piper wonders.

Oh, yes. Piper is from a forest, born from a tree. A singing tree. With laughing birds.