I don’t know anything about Area 51, but the aliens are real. Most things that people didn’t believe to be real have been proving themselves over the past decade — extraterrestrial life, advancement of artificial intelligence, and … magic.
[ which is, of course, her territory.
but if she’s managed to surprise him, he does the same in turn, a sudden surprised sound escaping her. ]
Over eight thousand? [ that’s ... a lot of kills. ] I guess we do both have our brand of weird.
[ she pauses, doing a little math in her head. ]
Eight years from 2015, I’d be — in my thirties, by then. I wonder if I could cheat my way that far with magic. I’m not a good runner.
[Really? Don't go teasing him with baked goods and cryptids now.]
When you put it that way, I bet you could get to ten thousand if there was something you wanted to kill--I mean, or I guess... do. Not everyone can hit a target, but definitely not everyone can do magic. [Like... anyone, at all.] At least where I'm from. If you have time and you can keep count, you can do anything.
[...]
You could bake ten thousand of--what did you say? Krempita?
[..........]
I don't know. People tell me you shouldn't talk about a woman's age.
Of everything, is that who you're so eager to meet? Bigfoot?
[ talk about a certain kind of dream. it's the sort of "strange" that seems to suit him, though.
but it's kind of nice how genuine he seems about giving her that confidence boost. it's almost sweet. ]
When I was learning to control my powers, I would start with trying to lift these small toy blocks. And I would count for days and days just how many I could keep in the air longer than five seconds. Not exactly exciting, but —
[ but she did count. even if she stopped for a time once it became evident that she could move just about anything without much effort at all.
she smiles though, when he makes an effort to pronounce the dessert like she had. ]
I think I could make that a goal. Ten thousand slices of krempita. But if I do it, you're the one who's going to have to eat it all.
And I think that's just a rumor. But it's sweet that you're considering politeness.
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[ which is, of course, her territory.
but if she’s managed to surprise him, he does the same in turn, a sudden surprised sound escaping her. ]
Over eight thousand? [ that’s ... a lot of kills. ] I guess we do both have our brand of weird.
[ she pauses, doing a little math in her head. ]
Eight years from 2015, I’d be — in my thirties, by then. I wonder if I could cheat my way that far with magic. I’m not a good runner.
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[Are they real, too?
But, hey... should he be a tad bit insulted by that?]
It's not that weird, is it? [Yes. Yes, it is, but he's hinged quite a bit of pride and effort on the number.] Huh. That makes you older than me.
[An observation he's just going to leave hanging.]
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[ maybe. probably not. but she doesn’t have it in her to shatter his dreams.
even if she’s picking on him just a little. ]
It’s not a bad weird. It’s dedication. I mean, you should be very proud. I don’t think I’ve accomplished eight thousand of anything.
[ except maybe brushing her teeth, but that’s not a number she keeps track of, or anyone would parade around. ]
And, well, I’m not much older now, am I? [ not that it matters for literally any reason at all. ]
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[Really? Don't go teasing him with baked goods and cryptids now.]
When you put it that way, I bet you could get to ten thousand if there was something you wanted to kill--I mean, or I guess... do. Not everyone can hit a target, but definitely not everyone can do magic. [Like... anyone, at all.] At least where I'm from. If you have time and you can keep count, you can do anything.
[...]
You could bake ten thousand of--what did you say? Krempita?
[..........]
I don't know. People tell me you shouldn't talk about a woman's age.
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[ talk about a certain kind of dream. it's the sort of "strange" that seems to suit him, though.
but it's kind of nice how genuine he seems about giving her that confidence boost. it's almost sweet. ]
When I was learning to control my powers, I would start with trying to lift these small toy blocks. And I would count for days and days just how many I could keep in the air longer than five seconds. Not exactly exciting, but —
[ but she did count. even if she stopped for a time once it became evident that she could move just about anything without much effort at all.
she smiles though, when he makes an effort to pronounce the dessert like she had. ]
I think I could make that a goal. Ten thousand slices of krempita. But if I do it, you're the one who's going to have to eat it all.
And I think that's just a rumor. But it's sweet that you're considering politeness.