mountains beyond mountains,

[hungrylike]

So, yeah, like, this place has all sorts of things, more'n I thought there'd be of what I was looking for, but there ain't any people I seen yet. Anybody around out there? Me, I'll be in the cafe, I guess. I'm brilliant with burgers.

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[sebastard]

Yeah, the parks're nice. And the shops--and the plays, and the clubs. London's brilliant.

[Pause.] Suppose it's a bit quieter, where you live.

[hungrylike]

[Tom scratches the back of his head, a bit awkward.] Yeah. A little. Used to live in a van, which was right quiet, and now... well, it's not a proper city... [He hastens to add:] I bet it'd be nice, though!

[sebastard]

Oh--I'm sorry. [Sebastian fiddles with a chip.] A proper house has got to be nice after that, wherever it is.

[hungrylike]

[Tom smiles, and then frowns, trying to understand why he's being apologized to.] Naw, don't apologize, you didn't do nothing. I, um... [He scratches the back of his head again, expression somewhere between a smile and a cringe.] Did I say something?

[sebastard]

[Sebastian shrugs.] I don't know about you, but I wouldn't fancy living in a van. I don't know how I'd fit my wardrobe in, for starters.

[hungrylike]

Tom laughs, a little, at what he assumes was a joke. "I didn't mind it. Got to move around a lot, I thought it was nice. Barry's nice, too."