Disclaimer- I don't own Negima.

Sorry for the delay, I just spent the weekend totally sick and unable to write. It was awful, awful, awful. Enjoy this! :)

"Tell me, Colonel-san, do you know God?"

"Excuse me?" asked Al, wondering if he should tell her that, no, he hadn't met God, but he had met Jesus.

Misora crossed her arms. "In a spiritual sense, of course. Yue suggested to met that you might actually have met him, which is ridiculous, of course."

"Hmm."

"Sorry for preaching, but when I said I got to meet the real Albireo Imma, live and in person, Sister Shakti demanded that I try to give you enlightenment."

"And what did you tell her?" asked Al.

"I told her that if this so-called Colonel Sanders was really Albireo Imma, then he would be much too old to be receptive to preaching. I mean, you've got to be at least forty."

Al sweat-dropped inwardly. "Why?"

"You may not look any different," said Misora. "But you were in Ala Rubra, which was twenty years ago. And there isn't any concrete evidence, but the rumors are flying that you're way older."

"Rumors? I didn't get the impression that you were an Ala Rubra fangirl."

Misora almost blushed. "Well, Cocone may not look it, but she likes Ala Rubra, and we've been hanging out with Emily Sevensheep and Collet Farandole, so I hear a lot about you guys."

"Like what?" teased Al.

Misora shifted uncomfortably. "You're not really going to make a nun discuss lowly gossip?"

"Ah, but I'm a lowly man, so why not?"

"They mostly talk about things like looks, and where Nagi and you and the little kid, um, what's his name..."

"Zecht?"

"Yeah! Sorry, I mean, you knew him, and we're just talking about you guys like you're anime characters or something..."

"That's fine. I doubt Filius would've minded," smirked Al. "He liked the idea of popular anonymity."

"So...you got a sweet place down here. How does one get the money to afford it?"

"A little fortune-telling here, a little hostessing there..."

"And it adds up to this?"

"After a very long time."

Misora cleared her throat. "I am cordially ordered to invite you to our church service this Sunday. Please come. It'll get me out of cleaning duty this weekend."

"I'm quite sorry, but I'm incapable of attending."

Misora didn't look that disappointed. "Yeah, I figured."

"I literally cannot come." professed Al, trying to sound more convincing.

"Why? What's your excuse?" said Misora, raising her eyebrows mockingly.

"I'm the tether to a large-scale seal that ensures the survival of this Academy and a large portion of the Magic World, and I cannot leave my home."

"Oh...seems like a pretty good excuse to me." conceded Misora.

There was a poignant pause. Some might even call it awkward.

"Can you play cards?" asked Misora.

"Go Fish?"

"I was thinking something along the lines of poker, but that sounds good to me."

Al smiled. He liked this nun.

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