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It only took one day in Yorkshire for Kim to realize that a part of her had been desperately missing this. The Wells farmhouse isn't Ysanne's cottage, of course, but the space away from people, the peace and quiet -- those things are the same, and very much needed.

It's very different from Toronto, of course, and from what she'd always planned to do with her life. And yet... she's slowly coming to the realization that since Fionavar, her life is never again going to be what it was.

What that means for the future, Kim doesn't yet know.

For the moment, she's not thinking about it. She's packed up some bread and cheese from Annie's kitchen, and gone for a walk outside, under the open sky.

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And then Ace runs by, chased by a goat.

So much for peace and tranquility.

Kim stares for a second or two, then bursts out laughing.

"Is this like Spoon's thing with cows?" she calls after Ace.

Ace makes a tight turn, the goat following along behind, and as she slows beside Kim, it's clear the goat is chasing her because of the handful of sweet grain in her hand.
"Nah, this is m'racin' goat. Hullo Kim."

"Is there a prize for winning the race?"

Kim shoves her hair back from her face and gives a little wave.

"Hi, Ace."

"Um. Not much. 'Round of drinks, an' such. Most of the local farmers think it's balmy, but anythin's worth a round of drinks." Ace shrugs, scratching her goat's head fondly.

Piper (the goat) watches Kim narrowly through it's square-pupil eyes.

"Hey, if it works..."

She shrugs as well, smiling.

"I liked her, when she was a kid, 'cause of this patch here, looks like an airplane. Spoon said they wouldn't eat her, an' I could name her. She doesn't get let out on full moon nights." Ace explains, scratching one of Piper's favorite behind-the-ear spots.

"That's probably a good plan," Kim agrees.

She puts her hands in the pockets of her jacket and looks curiously at the goat.

"What does an airplane have to do with 'Piper'?"

"Y'know, they're the little prop-engine planes everyone an' their brother learns on, when they're gettin' their aviation license. Flew one, once. Kind of on accident. The pilot was undead."

Ace made him considerably deader by booting him out of the plane from two thousand feet.

"Ohhh," Kim starts, nodding in comprehension as Ace explains...

... and then she stops, staring.

"Wait, what?"

"Undead. I'm pretty sure he was all the way dead by the time he hit the ground. Well. By the time most of him hit the ground - the can of nitro I sent with him might have vaporized some, an' bits might have gotten stuck in trees."

Ace's life is rarely boring.

To give her credit, it only takes a moment before she grins.

"Do you do that sort of thing a lot?"

"Almost constantly. Try not to on this side of the door, but Wells keeps findin' trouble."

And Ace keeps tagging along in hopes she'll get to blow it up.

"He does seem to have a knack for it, from what I've seen and heard," Kim agrees, then turns to look out over the farm.

"It's quiet here, though."

There's an unconscious wistfulness underneath her words.

"Yeah. Never thought I could be at home somewhere so... non-chaotic. Goes against the grain a bit." So Ace livens things up once in a while. So sue her.

She can afford it, if nothing else. >.>

"I always thought I was more of a city girl, myself," Kim admits, looking back at Ace.

"Or used to, anyway."

"Eh. Cities are a'right." Says the gal who lived in one for fifty years. "Less slums an' run-down suburbs in the country."

She lived in one of those too.

Guess which she prefers?

"And more goats."

Clear gray eyes are dancing with laughter, but Kim manages to keep a perfectly straight face.

"There is that. Careful, or Spoon'll have y'milkin' those goats, though Cora seems just as happy t'be doin' it."

Ace finds it terribly cute.

Kim laughs.

"Annie warned me about that too. I think it's just as well Cora seems to like it."

"Cora'd like jumpin' off a cliff if Spoon suggested it. The girl's besotted."

Like Ace isn't. Yah-huh.

"I think that's going around," Kim teases.

"Oh, don't worry. He won't embarrass you with it." Ace sympathizes right back. "Wells might give y'a hard time, but that's just Wells bein' himself. Spoon can't help bein' gorgeous, y'were bound t'fall for him."

Don't mess with the master, Kim.

Kim blinks, then bursts out laughing as she raises both hands in surrender.

"You win! Anyway, it'd be a really bad idea for me to get involved with a patient, so."

"Well. That, an' y'might fall asleep one night only t'wake up in ancient Rome or sommat." Ace supplies innocently.

She makes a face.

"If I were to end up in ancient anywhere, I think I'd pick somewhere else."

"No?" Ace pauses, and considers. "Woodstock's seventy-fifth revival show? More Ensure goin' 'round than weed."

Kim just stares at her, and starts laughing again.

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