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"The States?"

Will asks but also he's found a bar or at least what looks like a tavern to him and just grins as he walks inside,

"Think tis stuff worth drinkin' in 'ere."

"Twenty-one, maybe? We're all too young."

"Damn America. Oh well."

Val sighs dramatically. Keeping her from her booze should not be allowed. Never mind she's not been legal for much more than a year.

Will has been ignoring this part of the conversation since he found taps that kind of look like the ones in the taverns at home and gives it a try,

"Tis still some in 'ere."

"Might as well, then."

"Sure," Val snarks, "says the guy who's legal to drink in this country."

Because retcons are awesome.

"Oh well. I guess it doesn't matter if we're stealing it anyways. What've we got?"

"Why would ye 'ave to be legal to drink? 'ard to find somethin' to drink out o'but these should do."

Most of the glasses seem to be broken but Will has found some mugs.

"In our time, people've decided that some people are too young to really make the decision to drink. Or they might be too adversely affected by it. Something like that."

"Eh, it's all bullshit. Ooh, mugs."

With only the three of them around, Val feels comfortable reeling out a tendril of light - dainty and thin - to cross the room and curl around the handle of one of the mugs, picking it up and retracting back towards her hand.

She nods at the result, more or less pleased.

The tendril is pretty and Will just gives a shy smile before taking a good long drink,

"Bloody 'ell that's lovely an aye course it is. Ye drink what ye can find an 'ope the good stuff is on the roads."

Will may just get a glare for that.

It's only momentary, though, and then Marley's looking away, puffing a small shockwave into the air as others would puff rings of smoke.

...Hey, wait, what was that?

Val blinks. Surely he couldn't have been glaring because-- nope. No. Definitely not. Wishful thinking.

She hides behind her mug.

Now Will does see that exchange and just grins into his mug, they're like Robin and Marian,

"Tis good stuff, aye? So 'ow far are the States from Toronto?"

"It's alright," Marley mutters into his mug. He sort of wishes he had a cigarette - He's been trying to quit, but really, this situation is weird enough that he can make an exception for it. "Quite far. Same continent, though."

"Had better," declares Valerie carelessly, ignoring the charming discussion of geography.

Will just grins again, "So are folks with yer gifts common in Toronto?"

"Not many in Toronto. More in the rest of the world."

"Yeah, for some reason we got the short end of the mutant stick," she says cheerily.

"Mutant, tis that a sort o'Fae?"

It makes sense in Will's mind and he's bandaged and has beer and isn't dead, life is weird but good.

"Er, no. It's difficult to explain." Marley says. "There are probably some in your time, though."

"There were mutants that far back?" asks Val with interest. "Damn, I didn't know that. Must've missed that part of history."

Probably too busy daydreaming ~~about Marley~~.

"Oh aye, guess tis possible, anyway they're always sayin' we've magic."

"Yeah. I mean, Apocalypse was born a good five millenia ago, so there were definitely at least some mutants in Will's time." It hasn't occured to him that Will might be from an alternate universe.

"Wow. Yeah, I guess so."

Blink.

"Well, whatever."

Beer > history, in Val's opinion.

Will's found a chair and some more food looking things though he can't relax properly with his back hurting but sitting is good,

"'ere think these might be edible."

Cocktail peanuts and old chips.