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[nepetaleijon]

The back door opens, admitting a rush of cold air and a troll catgirl wrapped in furs.

Pretty soon she's arranged the furs into a heap on the floor by the fire, and is stretched out on top of them with her tablet and a starfish sandwich and a mint chocolate milkshake.

(OH MY GOG HOW ARE MILKSHAKES SO DELICIOUS

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[not_his_pa]

William's also by the fire and reading a book, but keeps glancing at Nepeta, he's never seen anyone who looks quite like her.

[not_his_pa]

"Never had anythin' quite like it before. Thanks for lettin' me try it,"

He manages a smile as he realizes he doesn't know how old she is, it's hard to tell.

[nepetaleijon]

"You're welcome!"

When she smiles like that, she could be anywhere between six and ten years old. Or the troll equivalent.

"I'm Nepeta."

[not_his_pa]

"I'm William. Where are you from, Nepeta?"

She's cute and reminds him of his brother when he was younger.

[nepetaleijon]

"I'm furom a planet called Alternia. Are you furom Earth?"

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, I am, but from in the past compared to most folks here,"

Which he's never quite gotten used to saying but he knows it's helpful.

[nepetaleijon]

Her eyes widen.

"How fur in the past?"

[not_his_pa]

"How much do you know about Earth years or American history?"

[nepetaleijon]

"..."

Apparently not a lot.

[not_his_pa]

"Um, I'm about a hundred and more behind most of the folks here."

[nepetaleijon]

"A hundred sw33ps? -- wait, no, a year's not as long as a sw33p ..."

She frowns, trying to do the math in her head.

"It's still a purretty long time I guess!"

[not_his_pa]

"Yeah, it is. Lots of things have changed. How long's a sweep?"

[nepetaleijon]

"Almeowst two of your years."

[not_his_pa]

"Oh, still a long time to get to a hundred years then."