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[Screw this being indoors noise, Canada is too disgruntled at the whole idea of being stuck somewhere she doesn't want to be (and honestly, it's bad enough being at England's house too long for whatever reason she gives, or when Canada had to spend long weeks in London fighting paperwork for autonomy) to worry too much about the small room she'd been assigned. She needed more space than that.

And so she is outside, trying to befriend a squirrel. It's not going so well. They're sort of rude, here.]

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[Pretending that none of this happened and heading deeper inside the place, securing them a table near the window. Then she just sists down and waits for the other female.]

[Such a charming jerk. It can be assumed, then, that Canada is the one with the friendly, if slightly bewildered smile when someone comes over to give them menus once they're both sitting.]

[She's working on it.]

So you don't know a way back home, either?

Theoretically I can get home from here through at least thirty different routes. Practically... [She bites her lip and sighs.] No.

We should check what our homeplaces look like as soon as we can afford it.

[And yes, she just implied that they will go together. To both. She'll not let Canada travel that far in a foreign world like this without herself at the other woman's side. Two are stronger than one and all that.]

[That implication goes cleanly over the Canadian's head, because she's stuck on another.]

You think they're different?

This does not seem like the London that I know. Instead of England's house, there is a supermarket in that street.

Who knows what else is different?

[Going quiet, Canada looks down, staring at the menu without really seeing it. That thought is even more sobering than being lost to begin with.]

I... I wonder if we should try to find England. Maybe that'll give us an idea of what's going on.

We can at least try to do that.

[She almost cannot believe that the other nation is here and just hasn't somehow managed to make herself known yet ~~by getting into a fight with someone~~.]

After coffee, then. [Even as she ups and orders tea, even though that's expressly not what they came here for.]

Do you have any pointers?

[She hesitates for a moment before ordering coffee AND an expresso. She'll need both.]

[Canada crinkles her nose at the order, not sure anyone in their situation needs that sort of help staying alert.]

Sorry, pointers for what?

Where to start looking for her.

Oh. No. I could climb something and see if that magically summons her or France to tell me to get down and act my age. As if they never climbed trees well into their six-hundreds, at least.

[No good answers + mild distress + weird café with her friend = the answer to everything is more shark. Sorry if you thought she was going to be a useful ally.]

We could make a broadcast.

[She calls the waitress back to order the sweetest thing that she can find on the menu. Sugar is said to cheer people up, after all.]

But what radio system is even commonly used in this day and age?

I would say tellies.

[She looks at her friend a bit incredously. Sure, the radio is an additional option that they should definitely use, but that does not mean that the internet or television weren't more likely to succeed.]

[Canada makes a flailing gesture that turns into readjusting the sugar bowl on the table.]

The television is so busy, though, and there are so many choices, you couldn't possibly assure the person watching would be the one you wanted, or that the one you wanted was looking at the right place, or... [She's been getting steadily quieter as she talks, realizing she just sounds like an idiot, but eventually she manages to make herself trail off.]

We'll use everything that we can get - they shouldn't be able to say no to two ladies like us, should they?

[This may sound similar to somethign that France might say, but... well. At the same time not at all.]

[Wow, no, Netherlands. You of all people don't get to use French techniques.]

Well, good luck.

You're coming, too.

For moral support.

Then there's no deal.

[Sorry, even biffles don't get anything for free unless she said so before.]

Has anyone ever told you that you're horribly stubborn?

Can't be a bad thing if I'm still here after all these years.