Remieverse. The Red Rose Cafe and environs. Another hop back into time.

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Joy stretched luxuriously, then adjusted her pale grey shorts, smoothing the front panel that made them look like a mini skirt.

"Are ye comin', me love?" she called, stepping through the bedroom door. Then she froze as she wound up on the night-time street of a human city instead of in the hallway of the castle on the way to breakfast. "Aii! Kurti?"

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"Far avay," said Joy, ear-smiling. "In a vorld outside time."

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"Sounds romantic," Remie smiled.

"As does running a small family cafe on a New Orleans boulivard," he chuckled.

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"Romantic?" asked Schalk, looking down at his wife with a humorous expression.

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"It is at night," Remie chuckled, arms slipping around his.

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"Ah." He kissed her hair, then looked up with a chuckle. "Marie is trying to play waitress again. I hear Adam telling her to get out of the kitchen."

"Marie?" asked Joy, looking.

"Vone of our regulars." He sighed and reluctantly let go of Remie.

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She kissed the corner of his mouth, then excused herself and went to chase the friendly woman out.

Kurt blinked, then looked at Schalk. "How long have you owned zis resturaunt?"