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Not really, no. It's more a map of our homeworld.

[ Ah, the dinosaurs ... Miles sighs a bit at that. ]

No, those are my footprints. Mine and Gregor's. See, I was eight at the time and insisted that we explore ...

You - ?

[he shoots Miles a startled glance.]

You've the power to shrink? - Or he does?

[ Not something he likes to get out ... but at this point he mostly doesn't care. ]

Technically I can get taller too, but it's wildly painful. I'd break every bone in my body if I tried for long.

[the wizard winces in sympathy, his gaze falling momentarily to Miles' chest before.]

Sounds like it could be useful though, being small. Certainly for getting out of things, escaping notice.

...Have you healed completely? From what happened. We, er, didn't really get a chance to talk about it.

I have used it for that before. I ... admit that it has its uses.

[ As reluctant as he may be to say as much. He touches his sternum lightly at the familiar subject. ]

Ah ... well, the mark is certainly gone. I think that bone will be weak forever, though.

At least it's not unfamiliar to you, as far as side effects go.

[a weak attempt at humor. Rincewind rubs at his arm. They really need to start drinking soon.]

...I don't understand it, you know. Your bloody-minded bravery. If I had your condition, I'd be constantly terrified. I mean - I already am. But more so.

That's just it, though. When you're weak like that, in that way, then everything is dangerous. Meaning that nothing is terrifying.

...Right, yeah, you should probably know it doesn't actually work like that for most people. [blandly.

He straughtens, looking around - and oh, there's the Luggage walking in. Thank the gods.]

Have you got wine glasses?

Eh. I"m not other people, so that works out.

[ He gestures back towards the living room. ]

Sit there and I'll retrieve them.

[Rincewind nods, sitting awkwardly on the edge of the couch. The Luggage stops between his long legs expectantly.]

Open.

[it's only a moment's rummaging to get out the first bottle and an opener, the cork popping off with a satisfying sound.

He can't help sneaking a quick gulp from the source, because ye gods does he need it.]

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[ Miles can't help but smile sympathetically when he returns and catches Rincewind in the act. He offers the wine glass for the next drink, at least. ]

So you can actually putt things in that ... thing.

[Rincewind wipes his mouth on his sleeve, taking the glasses with a guilty look to pour them both a share.]

It is what it's for, in its defense. It can't ever be filled, you see. Multi-dimensional. Rather like a walking, bottomless safe. ...Which sometimes has teeth. Really only makes it safer.

[ Miles, meanwhile, reaches out to fill his own glass. ]

Except when it eats people?

[Rincewind smirks around his next drink. It's tired, but nevertheless a tad cruel.]

I never said it was safe for everyone.

It might be monstrous, but it is my only defense here.

Not your magic, then?

I think we had that conversation. I would have warded the hospital myself if I was any good at magic. - I'll still thank you not to spread that around, though.

[he looks around, squinting at the walls]

Have you looked into it for here finally?

[ No magic here either. Miles really hasn't taken any supernatural precautions even now. ]

I won't, I won't. And no, I haven't yet. It still seems rather ... odd to contemplate.

- Are you a godsdamned idiot?

[Rincewind's expression darkens swiftly, his hand clenched hard around his glass]

It would take a single bloody phone call and a bit of money, what the hell are you waiting for? It's still not really to you, is it, magic? Not even after having it literally burned into your bone, you still aren't taking it seriously.

[ That was a stronger reaction than he'd been anticipating. He lifts a hand in surrender at that. ]

I'm still learning its rules, if that's what you mean. But who on earth am I going to call about it?

Billy Kaplan. Sabriel. Put out a notice on the damn network, for gods' sake, if you care at all about the lives of the people who live here.

[he's shaking with anger and trying to stop it, glaring into his wine and taking a long drink. It's insulting beyond measure that Miles hasn't learned his lesson after others have already suffered for it.]

[ Miles, meanwhile, is still somewhat baffled by the vehemence he's seeing here. ]

Of course I care about them. I just don't see how a ward is going to actually help.

...Do you know anything about Lucifer at all? Truly? What have you done to prepare yourselves for his retaliation?

Because if you think he hasn't been preparing you're absolutely mad.

[ At that, Miles' expression hardens. ]

We've prepared. We've been prepared for some time.

How, exactly? Because if you haven't even taken the basic step of ensuring he can't teleport in to stab or capture someone, I can't say I'm convinced.

[ Some instinct pings in the back of his head. He understands the wizard is concerned, but ... ]

I'm not going to involve you further.