ring ring ring bananaphone:"Hi, this is Liz. I'm prooobably having an out-of-body experience, but leave a message with your name and number and I'll get back to you when I'm back, okay?"
"Oh." Libby considers this, for a second. "So does that mean I can call your thingy 'the King'?"
Libby is taking a science class this semester, she understands the proper use of hypotheticals.
Enjoy the sound of Libby flailing around looking for the calendar she doesn't keep important dates on to remind her of what day it is so she can remember what she might have forgotten from the calendar she tries to keep inside her own head, Tad; you're going to get a full minute of it. Well, that and a lot of "ums" and "uhs" before she finally settles the conundrum by placing the cereal bowl down on the countertop and thinking really hard. "I think I'm gonna be free - uh - I can skip studying on ... Tuesday, I have all afternoon Tuesday. We could meet ... at that bar?" That bar whose name she does not know, fantastic. (But she does know how to get there. How this works: more complicated than you want to know.) "You know, with the free food." This will always be a wonder to Libby, who is a college student and thus unaccustomed to anything being cheap or free if it's food-related. "And ... find a place from there." Because Stigmata is not really "a place" she considers "out" enough to go to, apparently.
"What ... uh, what time," she says. Because it's important to ask that, she suspects.
"....um." CONGRATULATIONS, LIBBY. You've broken him. He chooses apparently in light of that to just ...go on. Slowly. Fortunately within seconds he forgets she even said it, because he's less high than usual, but that doesn't mean he's not still illegal in all the states ever.
He has to think quite hard about where "Tuesday" is in relation to their current space time positioning, and finally settles on "soon," which sounds pretty good to him. "D'you eat Thai? The food, um. Not the people."
....actually, that's sort of a loaded question, isn't it.
"... I ... yes? Thai sounds great." (Libby doesn't eat people. Usually. She's a progressive little monster, not like her mother ... these days, anyway. One time, on a vacation with her brother, she ate a platypus ... she was three, it was smaller than she was. Sometimes she wonders how her father ever put up with her as a baby.) She covers her mouth with her hand as her cheeks dimple in a smile before she realizes he can't see her and does it anyway. "I ... usually order in, but that's 'cause I don't, uhm. Have anyone I want to eat - mnh - with."
That pause isn't actually supposed to be ominous - she stuck a Sharpie cap in her mouth, see, so she can write in a little notebook the words 'TUESDAY: BIG DATE!!!', with a circle around it ... right under the note reading 'Today you have class so eat your Frosted Flakes and don't go back to sleep before 2 PM or else you'll miss all your classes again.' Tad can probably hear the pages of the notebook rustling as she flips it closed.
"So ... guess I'll see you ... and your thingy ... on Tuesday - for Thai. Yeah?"
Libby is taking a science class this semester, she understands the proper use of hypotheticals.
Enjoy the sound of Libby flailing around looking for the calendar she doesn't keep important dates on to remind her of what day it is so she can remember what she might have forgotten from the calendar she tries to keep inside her own head, Tad; you're going to get a full minute of it. Well, that and a lot of "ums" and "uhs" before she finally settles the conundrum by placing the cereal bowl down on the countertop and thinking really hard. "I think I'm gonna be free - uh - I can skip studying on ... Tuesday, I have all afternoon Tuesday. We could meet ... at that bar?" That bar whose name she does not know, fantastic. (But she does know how to get there. How this works: more complicated than you want to know.) "You know, with the free food." This will always be a wonder to Libby, who is a college student and thus unaccustomed to anything being cheap or free if it's food-related. "And ... find a place from there." Because Stigmata is not really "a place" she considers "out" enough to go to, apparently.
"What ... uh, what time," she says. Because it's important to ask that, she suspects.
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He has to think quite hard about where "Tuesday" is in relation to their current space time positioning, and finally settles on "soon," which sounds pretty good to him. "D'you eat Thai? The food, um. Not the people."
....actually, that's sort of a loaded question, isn't it.
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That pause isn't actually supposed to be ominous - she stuck a Sharpie cap in her mouth, see, so she can write in a little notebook the words 'TUESDAY: BIG DATE!!!', with a circle around it ... right under the note reading 'Today you have class so eat your Frosted Flakes and don't go back to sleep before 2 PM or else you'll miss all your classes again.' Tad can probably hear the pages of the notebook rustling as she flips it closed.
"So ... guess I'll see you ... and your thingy ... on Tuesday - for Thai. Yeah?"
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