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[ Though having spent quite a while laid up in the Med Bay in the aftermath of the fear gas, Littlefinger is well aware that there are other goings ons that seem to bode much worse for the passengers upon the ship.

Still, as a larger plan has yet to come into focus and as his own concerns are, for the moment, concentrated elsewhere, he gleans what he can from what information is publicly broadcasted and doesn't bother asking after those circumstances any further.

Instead: ]

To the Tranquility at large:

This may be my own ignorance coming into play, but would anyone know of a physical library upon the ship? My understanding is that there is much made accessible through the use of our communications devices, but I would vastly prefer the feel and weight of paper in my hand.

Secondly, I am in need of a few favors in regards to clothes available upon the ship, so if anyone could offer their help in that respect, I would be extremely grateful.

Lastly, I would inquire as to the presence (or absence) of a clear economy. This is but a trivial matter, but I have come to understand that the large majority of trade upon the vessel is done upon a basis of bartering and favours. In the event that I am mistaken, I served in a position managing the ins and outs of money in my former home and I would offer my meager talents wherever they might serve best.

Ever at your service,
Lord Petyr Baelish

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So I understand. My daughter has taught me much already but I fear that some of the functions of the device still remain mysterious to me.

Make me an offer.

[ Were it possible to hear a smile through text, Kasumi would hear one now. ]

What do you judge to be of value?

[ She does appreciate someone willing to play her game. ]

Oh, lots of things: information, poetry, art, things I can trade to other people. Money may be off the table, but I'd take an IOU in a pinch. I'm an easy to please kind of girl.

Information (I have little save my knowledge of my home world);
poetry (the writing or the recitation?);
art (not one of my talents, unfortunately, though my daughter's needlework is nothing short of impeccable);
and then the last (bits and pieces of this and that — baubles).

Then, of course, the possibility of an IOU.

Make of that what you will.

[ A pause, as Kasumi mulls it over. ]

Something beautiful from your home, then. Embroidery or a poem or something else you have lying around. Your choice. That'll buy you an introductory lesson, at least.

[ Alayne has already taught him the very basics, but this isn't something he finds himself quite willing to pass up. As such, the next message that comes through is by voice, steady and sure in recitation. No, Littlefinger's recitation of the song of Florian and his Jonquil is not perfect, word-for-word, but it serves well enough (and no one is the wiser of it). ]

[ Applauding seems gauche, and Kasumi's nto the type, really, but she can flip on her audio as well to express her appreciation. ]

Oh, a love story. Good choice. I think I'm just sentimental enough to accept that as payment.

Well, well, well, aren't I lucky.

Should I ask for the name of my magnanimous benefactor?

Kasumi Goto. And don't say benefactor; that suggests I'm not getting anything out of this.

Name your time and place, Lord Baelish, and we'll see about getting you set up with... [ A pause as she picks her words. ] Let's call them the advanced basics.

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