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[maellum]

It's bad. He's really good at piano, though.

I'm not really hungry but I can maybe do a dessert.

[Just so no one frets.]

[sophielicious]

/I heard it. I also play the piano, he really is good.

Works. Ice cream again?/

[maellum]

Ooh. Now I have to get you both to play for me.

Ice cream. Unless there's better than ice cream.

[sophielicious]

/I haven't played in a while.

Idea: let's try desserts from all over Etraya./

[maellum]

I'm sure he would be happy to help you get rid of the dust.

Okay. See you soon, Sophie.

[sophielicious]

/Ten fictional moneys that he's going to hate me on principle, but okay.

I'm waiting./

[maellum]

Hate is a strong word.

[And there will be one (1) redheaded teenager showing up. She looks a little more pale than usual, bags under her eyes a little darker, but otherwise none the worse for wear. Just tired.]

[sophielicious]

(And there's Sophie Cuckoo, spinning the Maybach's keys around her finger as she feels Maelle approaching. All in all, she seems fine. Good.)

Hey, kiddo.

[maellum]

Hi. Don't worry, no tears.

[Not this time. Sophie's lucked out.]

[sophielicious]

It's only the afternoon, anyway.

(It's a joke, and she says it softly before she catches the keys.)

What if you drive and I drive? For fun.

[maellum]

[That is one hell of a distraction.]

What?

[sophielicious]

... What what? ... How was I not clear?

[maellum]

Umm. Is this like with the eyeliner?

[Also. Maelle is short.]

[sophielicious]

Kinda? I can pull you into my brain so you have my point of view. Feel the road in the driver's seat. I mean, just a thought. Get in.

[maellum]

Oh. I guess it would work like that, too. Sure.

[The low population is a blessing.]

[sophielicious]

Yup. Let's do it. Maybe you take notes, so when we get the opportunity to, we hotwire a car for you.

(Horrible influence, but at least she's fun, right? Her eyes glow for an instant, and Maelle gets the sense of what Sophie means. The autonomy as she sits on the passanger's seat, the thought process of starting the car, fixing the mirror, putting it in Drive.

The freedom!)

[maellum]

[This brain stuff is kind of great??? Well, Maelle's at least not experienced the negatives.]

... I think Verso would not like this very much, but I think this would be a good way to help Sciel learn how to parallel park.

[sophielicious]

Sucks to be him.

(Telepathy is fun, okay? And the reason why she does these things with Maelle is not only because they're stupid and ridiculous and, well, again, fun, but because there's more to telepathy than the scary bits. That she is also great at! But, you know.)

Girl, second time you mention Sciel's shitty parking. Did she hit the car into a building or?

[maellum]

[Maelle lifts a brow, looking ahead.]

It's not so much that as much as... People were looking. And watching. It was like a minute, but it felt like years.

[sophielicious]

I'm definitely going to annoy her about it. Don't you worry.

(Her revenge shall come. Except — Holy fuck, is that the Mall of America? Good thing there isn't any traffic, because she stops the car immediately.)

We gotta go in there. ASAP. No time to explain. Go, go, go.

[maellum]

[Maelle makes a little hrk noise as the car stops. What.]

Huh? What?

[sophielicious]

(Her hands go to Maelle's shoulder. She's never looked as much 'this is serious shit' as she currently does.)

Inside that place, Maelle, is gold. All the gold. A lot of shit I miss from home and I get to drag you to experience with me, including food. And we're taking half that mall home. Let's go.

[maellum]

Oh. Like the one I went to in San Francisco?

[She blinks owlishly at Sophie. What's the big deal?]

Is this one special? Different?

[sophielicious]

This one is the biggest one in the country. Just think of that for a second. All the stuff that is in there. All of it.

[maellum]

So you're saying we're going to be here a while.

[Actually? Sounds great. She doesn't want to think about Verso.]

Where do we start?