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[locks_it_up]

It has been some space of time since he found his Tower, and breached it, and fell into her arms.

In that time, he has walked with her, stayed with her as a guest before she walks him on to the clearing.

Today? They are at Disneyland.

They are sitting at a table in the Blue Bayou, as boats splash on in the distance to meet robot pirates, and recorded crickets chirp and fireflies flicker, and Chinese lanterns bob over their heads. In the distance, there is a banjo playing, picked at slow and mournful. She's sipping on a mint julep and grinning widely.

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[lastgunslinger]

Roland has managed to calm his expression from something along the lines of 'incredulous' wedded to 'confused'. Now he's taking it all in. In front of him there's coffee, with Jack Daniels in it -- he's learned that it's called a gunshot, that drink.

Roland approves.

His eyes are on a family at an adjacent table. "I still don't understand this place, lady. I don't think I ever will."