[Familiar white dress. Familiar annoying scroll. Familiar garden full of flowers, familiar vine creeping up on her, begging for her input.
Fine.
She's unsure whether she's proud or not, to realize that it comes as second nature to her.]You know, I thought I dreamed this place up. I really, really believed that. I guess that's just something you
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There was also mood-influencing music and savage creatures invading the Garden. Anything beyond that you will need to get your information elsewhere.
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You would prefer getting bit my a flower than making out? Why?
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[Hi Santana, one redhead is rather pleased to see you here again, though she's tempering it for the time being.]
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People came, people left. Storms and monsters passed across the land, robots came into being, there was dancing, fighting, love, loss. Everything that you could envision happened.
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[Oh yeah. 1800s. People not understanding is something she's gonna have to relearn how to handle.]
Nevermind.
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[Reno grins, then shrugs.] Didn't miss much. Same old shit.
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A massage or something'd probably work.
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You... you missed a lot. Monsters, mistletoe, plenty of bullshit.
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[Was it? The Santana of a year ago would have taken it just fine. No feelings, no problem, right? But now that she was better at admitting these kinds of things...it was a disaster, actually.]
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[ And she's... near where they all show up too...
Larry's totally unsure as to whether or not she should run over there, especially if Santana's been gone for a while. ]
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[Santana's not sure either. She won't say anything about it, idle conversation works instead.]
How long was I gone?
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