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[never_promised]

Harry isn't exactly resigned to being in Milliways, but he's getting there. At least he's been able to settle in enough to enjoy a ride--and to appreciate some unexpected gossip from a Frenchman. He's still smiling to himself about that when he comes back into the common room, knocking a little snow off his boots.

Harry Percy, horse thief. What a world. And now, let's see...what were some of the things he used to order from the Bar when he was here before?

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[mjolnir_retriever]

"Only if thou hast no answer," Thor points out, cheerfully unrepentant, and listens to the rest of this. (Munching his way through dumplings as he does. Bar, your selection remains awesome.)

And... it's not a bad answer, really. Assuming Hal actually means it, which he seems to; and assuming he'll follow through effectively, which remains to be seen, but it's not really Thor who will see the evidence or pass judgment on it.

He inclines his head, with a faint smile in return. "I'll keep any man or woman's counsel, unless honor demands otherwise. I see no reason it should call for aught but silence on this matter."

He's not totally sure why Hal cares so much, unless he has opponents of his own world and time here besides Harry Percy (who may be an It's Complicated, politically, but also is definitely dead as Thor understands it), but oh well. The fact remains.

[never_promised]

After watching Thor's face for a moment, Hal glances away. "I do not doubt thee. Nor am I so bashful about mine arguments as all that, I should not guard them so closely--but I have found--I have found, since becoming prince, and then since becoming king--do you not find, Thor Odinson, that many men who call themselves your friend and hang on your every word--who swear that their love for you is beyond price--that they are the quickest to live on the credit of that love and then to sell it? And that your every word is soon currency in the basest of places?"

His shoulders are tight by the time he finishes, and he laughs even more tightly. "--All the which is to say, that I have grown wary of putting any real value into much of my speech; and look about me when I am asked for a true thought, as a miser doth when he counts his hidden treasure."