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[a frustrated sigh is the first thing to broadcast over the Sphere, followed by the appearance of a tall, skinny woman with long, dark hair who appears to be wearing a suit exactly like the Doctor's brown pinstripe suit. unfortunately, the Sphere's only showing her from behind and there really isn't much to see as she doesn't have much of a figure. she doesn't seem to notice that her trousers are a little tight around her hips--the only thing, really, that is snug--but otherwise, they're cut to length. the only things that are ill-fitting are the suit-coat, which is too baggy around her shoulders, and the button-up shirt and other ones layered underneath.]

[grumbling under her breath, she runs an impatient hand through her hair.] Damn glasses, they used to stay on my face...

[finally, the Sphere swings around to show her fast at work in the security station, her expression severe and focused completely on the task at hand. until she suddenly smacks a hand on the desk and slumps into a chair there. she tears the glasses from her face and tucks them away into an inside pocket of her suit.]

Blimey, what the hell did he do?! I've tried everything and I still can't figure it out. There has to be something I'm missing...

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Eh, not so much. I usually just toss him in my mouth and then spit him out. Otherwise he uses his sword and that hurts.

[leans in close to the Sphere] ...He has a sword? It wouldn't happen to be one of those plastic ones you stick a cherry and orange slice on for cocktail drinks, would it?

Plastic? [Her nose wrinkles a little in confusion. Feudal Japan has no such flimsy substances.] No, it is a real sword.

I'll have to break out my magnifying glass the next time I see him. [mutters to self] Or did Donna ever give that back...? No matter.

So! You've never seen the little plastic sword things they use for drinks, have you? Would you like to?

[She looks completely bewildered, her ears cocked at odd angles.] Why would they have swords in drinks...?

To skewer bits of fruit with, of course! Makes for a bit of entertainment as well.

That doesn't make much sense...

I can show you if you'd like...

Mm! [She nods, tail wagging. Like Ammy ever needs an excuse to investigate things?]

Brilliant! Then I'll meet you at this one pub on level 15. [gives her direction] See you in a few!

I'll be there soon! [And she's off~! Kicking up bright red flowers as she goes.]

[soon enough, he arrives there! and waits outside the pub, hands tucked casually into the coat pockets]

[She trots over after a while, shedding flower petals everywhere as she bumps against the Doctor's knees.]

Hello there, Amaterasu! [squats down and gives the wolf a hug]

[She whuffs, her tail wagging as she leans into the hug. It earns the Doctor a face-washing.]

[laughs] You cheeky thing! [stands and playfully rubs around Ammy's ears] Let's head inside. I hope you like fruity drinks!

[She grumbles happily, following him inside. Silly Doctor, he should know by now that Ammy likes just about anything to eat.]

[once inside, he practically skips over to the bar and puts in a drink order] Have a seat wherever you'd like! I'll be there in just a mo'!

[Glancing around, she finds a table with a bench and curls up on it to nap. Just a quick nap, honest.]

[it takes a little longer than expected--honestly, what's so hard about making a fruity drink with both little paper umbrellas and plastic swords?--but he comes over with two brightly coloured drinks a moment later and plunks one down in front of Ammy] Sorry about that. These robot bartenders have no idea how important flare is to a fruity drink.

[Ammy sits up and sniffs at the drink before shifting and getting comfortable again.]

Flare?

Yes! Basically--[removes the umbrella and all the fruit stuck to the glass and the plastic sword and holds it up]--all this!

Ohhhh. [She cocked her head, her ears flicking forward in curiosity. It smelled pretty good, although a little like sake. It must have been alcoholic, but Ammy was certain a little wouldn't bother her too much. She ate the fruit off the plastic sword, then turned it over in her hands as she inspected it.]

Why do they call it that?

Well, they actually call it garnish and garbage, but I think 'flare' has a better ring to it, don't you?

Go on! Give it a try! There's a drink called "Drink of the Gods". Thought it quite fitting for you.