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They met in the bar's garden, quite by mistake. The girl unable to decide on a pseudonym, and Fry.
The girl, quite aptly perhaps, is dressed as a butterfly today. Fry didn't realise right away who she was. The timeline is wrong, her age, everything. But soon he's sure, and with a surge of panic, approaches the girl and grabs her firmly but gently by the arm.
"You should not be here, Butterfly."
She looks up. Oh.
"Fry. I've not been caught."
"That's not the point! What if Dad meets you? Your costume is very apt."
They look at one another, both exhibiting a kind of patience that they rarely reserve for anyone else.
"Your voice got lower." the butterfly comments. "And your chin is fluffy. I bet you don't like that."
"Not really." Fry says. "I forgot how short you were at that age."
Beat.
"No, you must not be here." he continues. "Not yet. Can't you wait a couple of months for the allignment?"
"But it's fun in here! Nobody knows who I am here yet, even if Dad sees me."
"You're the wrong age." Fry says. "The very fact that you're here means there's already a fourth or fifth timeline. You cannot mess this up, you might not survive. Please go home. I can't even talk to you here until this is resolved."
The girl hesitates, and sighs.
"Fry, I can't promise that. Now the door has found me, I'm going to be coming in. If I said otherwise it would be a lie and I don't lie to you because I know it's important to you. I'll be reeeealy careful. It's only a couple of months, nobody will see and I'll leggit if Dad comes in, 'kay?"
"No, it's not okay!" Fry says, but she's already wriggled out of his grip and skipped back inside.
The girl, quite aptly perhaps, is dressed as a butterfly today. Fry didn't realise right away who she was. The timeline is wrong, her age, everything. But soon he's sure, and with a surge of panic, approaches the girl and grabs her firmly but gently by the arm.
"You should not be here, Butterfly."
She looks up. Oh.
"Fry. I've not been caught."
"That's not the point! What if Dad meets you? Your costume is very apt."
They look at one another, both exhibiting a kind of patience that they rarely reserve for anyone else.
"Your voice got lower." the butterfly comments. "And your chin is fluffy. I bet you don't like that."
"Not really." Fry says. "I forgot how short you were at that age."
Beat.
"No, you must not be here." he continues. "Not yet. Can't you wait a couple of months for the allignment?"
"But it's fun in here! Nobody knows who I am here yet, even if Dad sees me."
"You're the wrong age." Fry says. "The very fact that you're here means there's already a fourth or fifth timeline. You cannot mess this up, you might not survive. Please go home. I can't even talk to you here until this is resolved."
The girl hesitates, and sighs.
"Fry, I can't promise that. Now the door has found me, I'm going to be coming in. If I said otherwise it would be a lie and I don't lie to you because I know it's important to you. I'll be reeeealy careful. It's only a couple of months, nobody will see and I'll leggit if Dad comes in, 'kay?"
"No, it's not okay!" Fry says, but she's already wriggled out of his grip and skipped back inside.