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Once again, Chaco was in his room when he heard the knock, although this time he was cleaning. His mother had gone on a tornado-like rampage through his room, and everything wasn't where it should be. SO, cleaning time! At least she'd had the sense not to touch Illesi's crystals. The binder had had the sense to not start an argument today, so Chaco was actually in a fairly good mood.

But two door knocks he didn't recognize in a matter of days. That was a good thing, right? He pulled open the door and there stood... Someone way taller than himself. Female, too. It was rare that Chaco felt that his height of 5'7" was short (especially compared to his mother), but... this was ridiculous.

"Uhm..."

Chaco was not used to people being that much taller than him, even less used to accents, and even LESS than used to people being this blunt. People usually danced around what they want in conversations. It was the nature of free thinking individuals.

"Uhm... Yeah... I'm Chaco. Er." He remembered her. She was the one with all the freckles. "Ahhh... right. UHM." A nod, and he moved to let her in. "Illesi's, uhm, the one you want." He pointed at the crystals.

Of course, Illesi was already paying attention, "Why hello there. It's nice to meet you, Sjajan." He knew the Sin'aeis' names far better than Chaco did. It was part of his JOB to know them.

It caused Chaco to blink when Jan pushed past him, but he really wasn't all that surprised. He tended to... well, to say 'uhm' a lot. It wasn't really a princely thing to do, but when you spend most of your time being picked on by a silver-haired b*****d and have surprisingly few lessons in etiquette, you picked up the habit when people intimidate you. Sad, but true. Or in his case, anyway.

"Thank you, love," Illesi said, grinning. "Yours aren't so bad, either." But she really was quick to the punch, "Well, we'll start at the beginning. What do you think your job IS?" Pity there was no time for flirting. That could come later, though!

Sjajan was right, you didn't always get what you wanted. Which was both a pity and a blessing. It would be impossible for everyone to get what they wanted, or else there would be a lot of supermodels and actors with a hundred husbands or wives. Or both. Y'know, whatever.

"Alas, one cannot change. But you think you're a farmer do you?" said Illesi. Jan would make a hot farmer, especially with hair like that. "What proof do you have?"

Illesi raised an eyebrow, "I do know them, yes. But what makes you think you're not a a simple gardener?" Once again, the debate began. This part was fun for him, unless the other person was like Mignon and gave a full-force argument from the get go. Those were hard to refute.

Dammit, she was as bad (or as good) as Mignon had been, and Illesi found himself at a loss for a counter argument. He really probably should have paid more attention during his lessons; at this rate he was as bad as Ariadn.

No, no wait. There WAS something else. "Well, there's also horticulture. Have you considered your job might be in that?" It was flimsy, but dammit if he wasn't going to continue the argument at least one more round. He really WOULD be on Ariadn's level if he just gave up that easily, and Illesi would rather not be compared to that idiot. No, really.

Of course, as though sensing Illesi's thoughts, Chaco couldn't help but give the Binder a funny look from his position next to the bed (hey, changing those pillow cases is hard work!). What the hell.