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The house is nice and clean and there's cider simmering on the stove. The table has a small buffet setup with curry and make-your-own-riceballs.

With how cozy the house is, it'd be hard to guess that four people could have ever lived comfortably here, especially when two of them were young boys. There's a big bed with a blue pillow and a dresser with a mirror, a scrap of red cloth, and a little blue shoe.

Outside, Wess, Lighter, and Fuel are all waiting with Boney and the sheep. There's a fence, a doghouse, and a small stable.

Each person is easy to tell from the others. Wess is clearly the oldest, somewhat short with white, sparse hair. Lighter is tall and muscular, stubble on his chin and a 2x4 on his shoulder. Fuel looks to be about the same size as Lucas, the light still in his young eyes. All three are bundled up, with Fuel running around with Boney.

"Welcome to my house," Lucas says as he brings everybody in.

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Dinah would ask if she should see the other guy, but she has to remember not everyone fights the same sort of people and things she did.

"What happened to you?" She's already putting a drink in his hand.

"Coworker at the bar. Lilly got a new perfume from her beau, got very excited, didn't aim the nozzle right, and I had my mouth open. That's when I find out I'm mildly allergic to something in her perfume and had a fun little trip on the weee-woo machine." Beauford replies with a small smile and a wince, and gestures to his face "Docs said I was lucky, and that this'll clear up in a couple of days."

Dinah also winces, out of sympathy in her case.

"Please tell me the 'wee-woo' machine is its actual name."

Snrrrrk.

"Yeah, Jasil's car was a police car in a former life, so, 'weee-woo machine'." Beauford chuckles. "Beat having to ride in an ambulance. He's one of the few decent drag-queens who works the bar."

Dinah laughs, though partly at herself. "Now I'm disappointed. I thought it was a machine of alien heakling technology."

She has different ideas about what's normal.

"Nah, nothing so grandiose, though the velvet interior IS something else."

Normal? What's that?

"Velvet interior?" Dinah laughs. "Never seen that in a police car."

"Jasil got the whole thing done years ago, purple velvet, and I'd make a very off-colour joke about where he got all of that, but there're little ears present." Beauford sips some of the cider up. "How're your 'identity papers' coming?"

Dinah grins, proudly. "All sorted and waiting for me at Bar, whenever you're ready to go."

"Alright, I'll set things up in my world for a good visit to the Concrete Method Gym, good indoor professional course."

"Sounds great," Dinah says.

"Any advice about what I should wear?" She's used to doing this in heels.

"Good track shoes or tennis shoes, comfortably loose pants, t-shirt you don't mind getting grubby, and a change of clothes if you wanna visit the place where I work later." He's used to doing these things sensibly. "Or you can go barefeet if you're feeling adventurous for the course."

She gives this some consideration, and shakes her head. "I think I'd be better off in shoes, if it's all the same." She has track shoes at least, for training.

"Everyone has their own tastes," Beauford muses, heading to the food table and picking out some pickled plums for a riceball. "I'll probably have to pick you up from the library, its the only place with a Unisex bathroom. Most reliable doors I get usually only happen in restrooms for some reason."

Dinah accepts this, but shakes her head. "Doors are weird. I've only had one door that wasn't in my bedroom, and that was when I was living in Okinawa."

"So what's new in your world Dinah? Alien healing machines?"

Dinah laughs. "Healing machines would be a welcome change."

Though she does hesitate, taking a sip of her drink for a second. "You know, I have no idea what you know about my world."

Except that he's done Justice League themed happy hours.

"Well, I know you mentioned a teammate you called Martian who had a bad Oreo Habit."

"...right," Dinah says with a grin. "Yeah, that's J'Onn. We save the world together."

Which is sort of a surprise!outing. "I guess you've heard of him; I've seen your themed happy hours."

"Juuuust a bit." Beauford grins. "But I already suspected who you were, given the roster AND your choice in drinks."

Dinah laughs. "Well, I guess I'm the worst at Secret Identities ever."

She doesn't mind though. It's not like the bar is a dangerous place. At least, not for her identity.

Not yet anyways.

"Gotta get your practice in girl, that stuff can bite you hard in the ass."

Dinah raises her eyebrows. "Yeah?"

She didn't expect him to sound like he knew about it.

...

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"Mild confession time, I'm not from your world. I have friends in the Bar who bring me news from your world since they know I'm a big cape and cowl kind of fan." Beauford starts out in the explanation. "My world does have superheroes though, been that way for a little over a century now."

"It didn't have a happy start."

"Really?"

Dinah frowns, thoughtfully, ready for the story.

And wondering if 'my world has superheroes' means anything.