Editing EggOfThePhoenix:Lost Tales (section)

===One Vignette===

"You again." The man sat on her stone bench, in her little square of garden. As usual, he looked like he didn't quite belong there.

"I'm afraid so," he replied, with a sad smile. "Necessity is a bitch sometimes."

"Have you ever, just once, considered knocking?" she asked, exasperated. Even this lacked heat, though. It was ground they'd been over too many times.

"Never mind," she conceded. "Not in your nature, blah, blah, blah. What is it you need this time? International finance? Biogenetic engineering? The airspeed of an unladen swallow?" Despite herself, she was a little curious.

"Something simple, this time," he admitted, not rising to her bait. "Who built the Mars Rover? The one that's kept on going?"

"Yeah, simple," she retorted, almost by reflex, as she started thinking about it. "You know, even imaginary fictional characters can learn to use the internet. Have you considered joining the 21st century yet?"

As usual, he ignored the question, and the questions behind it. Instead, he reached out and plucked a sprig of rosemay from a juniper bush.

"Here," he offered. "A little something to remember me by."

"You're daft ''and'' imaginary," she muttered, turning back to her door. She took the rosemary with her, though.