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[blue_ajah]

It is quiet in the apartment.

Moiraine has settled herself by the window with a book, but the text is being ignored in favor of the view.

There is a thoughtful look on her face.

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[blue_ajah]

Chess. T'cheran.

There had been a time, due to the actions of a man named Windom Earle, when Dale Cooper had pressing reasons to seek out those with expertise at the game, she knows.

The Aes Sedai inclines her head slightly in assent.

"I should be pleased to meet him."

[tibetanmethod]

"He and Major Briggs will be able to help, I think. They've lived here much longer than I have, and they can see things that I may not be able to see."

He pauses.

"Pete may want to take you fishing."

This is clearly a warning.

[blue_ajah]

"Somehow, I doubt that much gets past you without you being aware of it," she observes.

"Fishing. I shall keep that in mind."

Moiraine takes a sip of her coffee, and this time manages not to evince any disapproval.

[tibetanmethod]

"Maybe. Maybe not." A small smile. "But it's different, when you're an outsider. And I'm still from outside. Pete's lived here all his life. It makes a difference." Pause. "You know, the library is within walking distance of the house. I'd recommend bringing an umbrella, but I think that's something you might have some interest in...?"

[blue_ajah]

"The library?"

There's no mistaking it; light (life) sparks in Moiraine's glance.

"I would indeed be interested. Very much so."

[tibetanmethod]

"Good," Cooper says -- happily.

"And if we walk there later, we can walk off the pie."