Anya blushed, focused all her attention on the carton of carrot sticks before her for a moment.<br/><br/>"What if I do?"<br/><br/>She took a deep breath.<br/><br/>"I am...here because of that,<em>jes</em>? Not everyone is as open minded as you<em>Oosoanannoy</em>."  Was that a hint of sarcasm? Must have been, because the van now crossing her line of sight was plastered with stickers and bumper stickers and painted on clobber verses to the general effect that God hated just about everybody the car's owner didn't like. "At least here is not also official policy. Is rule against such. Or supposed to be."<br/><br/>She made a face.<br/><br/>"Still, is improvement."