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Up go the eyebrows. Loki takes another drink and turns her answer over in his head.

They're friends. It was easy to say, because it's true. But...

Finally: "Is that okay? That we're friends?"

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She answers immediately, abruptly realising how awful that must have sounded, "Yeah."

Shit. She mulls over a swallow of ale before continuing. "Before I came here, I lost... all of my friends?"

Yeah. Everybody, from her Salt Lake crew. Sounds a little like they had a group falling out when she puts it that way, which isn't wrong, but isn't the entire truth either. "It means a lot that you're my friend."

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"Ah."

That... is better than he feared, honestly, from an entirely selfish point of view. But. It could mean a lot of things, losing friends. That there was a disagreement. That they died. Two very different outcomes.

"I'm glad we're friends. Prior to you I've had... one... friend of my own?" Nosewrinkle. "Two, I suppose, if we count Sylvie."

[armd]

She thinks she'll tell him all about it, but later, with privacy. Besides, that story won't make for very good birthday conversation.

"Really? But you're so likable."

It's teasing, but there's a note of genuine curiousity in there. She finds him very agreeable.

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"Yes, but you must remember: this is the new and improved me."

He leans back a bit and takes another drink.

"The old me was spoiled and megalomaniacal." Raised eyebrows. "Not the bastion of friendship that sits before you now."

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She chuckles, tickled, "Yeah. That's true."

When she thinks about how she's changed since she got here, it warms her up a little. She has Lev to thank for that, really. "The old me was... obsessive." A snort, when she has another drink, "She kept her gym routine up though. Kinda slipping on that front."

Old her didn't go for drinks with friends very much, though. She was missing out.