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Heidi is working the night shift tonight, as she has been for the last several weeks. Norma Jennings is in Brazil, and that means that Shelly -- Norma's second in command at the Double R Diner -- needs to be around during the day.

She looks up as the bell on the door jingles; Cooper is holding it open for Moiraine. He gestures to a booth on the lefthand side, and they take a seat.

When Heidi makes her way over, Cooper and Moiraine find out that today is a special on cherry pie, since cherries are in season. Also, there is peanut butter.

Cooper leans forward and says to Moiraine, very confidentially, "I recommend the cherry."

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There is a moment's silence before she observes,

"I have heard others speak in less clear descriptive terms, for good reason."

"If you don't name it you can't summon it. That's the rationale, isn't it."

She inclines her head slightly.

"That is a reason, to be certain. The Dark One's true name, for example, is not spoken save by those foolish enough to wish to draw his attention."

"What are some other reasons?"

His eyes are on the rectangle of light, spilling out of the open door.

"Prophecy is not always clear," she tells him simply, and moves to open the car door.

Somebody stands in the door of the cabin.

She's not holding her log.

"You're late," the Log Lady says.

"Sorry, Margaret," Cooper says, and closes the car door. "There's something you wanted to talk to us about?"

"The tea is going to get cold," she says, and turns on her heel.

Moiraine arches an eyebrow at Cooper, and glides after the Log Lady into the cabin.

"As it happens, I am pleased to see you again, Margaret."

"And when it's not happening?" The Log Lady sits, demurely, at the table, reaching for the teapot. "What about then?"

Cooper is in the process of pulling out a chair for Moiraine.

His head lifts, and his eyes go to the closed door leading to another room.

There are footsteps coming from that room.

"Then it might well depend upon the circumstances in place at the time, would you not agree?" she counters, with serene poise.

Moiraine seats herself gracefully in the chair that Cooper holds for her, but her dark-eyed gaze follows his to the door for a brief moment.

No glow appears around her, but she holds herself ready.

The Log Lady's eyes go to the door.

They narrow.

They narrow, and go to Cooper, and back to Moiraine. "I don't think it matters. How do you take your tea?"

"Plain, or with perhaps a small touch of honey if the blend is particularly strong," the Aes Sedai says, meeting her gaze easily.

The Log Lady pours, eyes on Cooper as he sits.

And as she puts down the teapot (apparently the blend isn't strong), Cooper says, quietly, "Margaret, where's your log?"

"Do you ever feel the need to rest, Agent Cooper?"

Says Cooper: "Often."

The Log Lady takes a very graceful sip of tea.

Moiraine curves her fingers around the china shell of her cup, and then says, tilting her head toward the door,

"Will you not ask your companion to join us? It would seem from the pacing that there might be some restlessness."

The Log Lady's eyes narrow.

"He doesn't like tea."

"Very well," she says, evidently untroubled by the sharpness of the other woman's gaze.

"I have known others who do not, in fact."

Dale Cooper is very serene.

Cooper gets a suspicious scowl.

Moiraine takes a sip of her tea, tranquilly observing them both.