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[ and so the slayer cracks open her locket once again. not, as some might anticipate, to comment aloud about the woeful state of animal welfare in these lands (as others already have. instead, she has a far more personal bone to pick. some domestic fat to chew. ]

Uhm. Pop quiz: where's the best place in the Drabwurld to raise a...teenager? [ she almost says 'kid', but corrects herself at the last moment. last thing she needs is yet another i'm not a kid argument with dawn. ] You know. Temporarily. Until we find a way outta this Ren-Faire disaster. Until then, I wanna know it all. Crime stats; outlet malls; hip-but-age-appropriate dance clubs. Preferably the kind where they definitely don't serve minors. [ each item is ticked off on her fingers. ]

O-oh! And schools. Please tell me there's at least one rinky-dink town that includes whatever counts as high school's wacky medieval cousin. [ because dawn summers is not dropping out by default. or so buffy vainly believes. she just hopes there are no hellmouths lurking about to interfere with math class. ] Knowledge is power, right?

[ funny. she never cared that much about the plight of kidnapped teenagers before now. but with the sudden arrival of the little sister, everything's changed. time to settle down and find herself a dependable chore chart, figure out a good curfew, and start disapproving of all of dawn's new friends. ]

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Damn straight. Though -- the quality tends to vary from the downright skeezy to spots where you gotta claim total VIP status to even breath on their velvet ropes.

That sounds like the worst club I've ever heard of, hands down, and I know someone who once started a Dragon-Manure Fertilizer Recipe club.

Ohhh. Nope. Sorry. Wrong kinda club, Hiccup. This is more of -- ah -- a place. A building. With walls and a roof and maybe a bar. Lots of lights. Thumping music.

Wait, so there's a sort of Great Hall version-place-thing where you come from ... specifically for dancing? Sounds more like a Chamber of Humiliation or a waste of good space.

No no no no. It's not a waste of space. Not at all. It's...where you hang. Y'know, with your friends. Friday night and you're feeling fine.

I hang, I do the whole relaxing thing in the ... Dragon Academy. [ It's great there, okay. ] Dancing is not something to ease your nerves, in my opinion.

Clearly, you haven't been doing it right.

Well, no, not with a metal foot jovially stamping down on my partner's toes. That does present something of a problem.

So you find a partner with steel-toes boots. Shouldn't be so impossible--

[ hey! she's an optimist! kinda! ]

So they could kick me with them whenever I mess up? No, thanks, but your cheery outlook regarding my poorly sequenced flailing is appreciated.

Y'know. You could just...get better. Practise. Make perfect.

I'm not really that devoted to dancing. Added to that, Vikings aren't really the 'take your partner by the hand' type, more the 'smash into anything that moves on the floor like you' sort of guys.

You're sure you can't do both?

Let's see, should I rush a bunch of huge, bearded boulders that pass for men? Hmm. Can't say I want to. Or should I embarrass myself in front of all the girls I know? This is a tough decision.

It can't be that embarrassing.

[ she says only because she's pretty much never had a legitimate crisis of confidence when it comes to these sorts of things. ]

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