[She's just out for a walk because, oh my god, is she bored. There's nothing to do in this damn town and she is so sick of sitting in that house all day. Out here isn't much better, to be honest, but at least it's fresh air. She had just started strolling through the park when she sees Charlie almost shoot her own foot off. Oh hey, it's that girl she threw a book at. This...could end up being awkward. Maybe she should just keep walking. But it's really not very mature to just ignore her. Damn it]
Not shooting yourself with it would probably be a good start. [Best greeting]
Yeah! Every now and then, they send you cool stuff in the mail from home. [A pause.] Nope! I've actually never seen this before, which is weird. Kind of looks like... [Huntresses. But she doesn't want to talk weird mask stuff in the park.]
I see. [She's been told about that but she didn't think it included things like crossbows] I wonder why they would send it to you if you've never actually seen it. Unless they were hoping you would shoot yourself in the foot.
Huh. That's strange. Maybe you pissed him off somehow. [And now it's time to fall into awkward silence! You're really good at this, Babs]
Listen Charlie, I wanted to apologize for the last time we spoke. Especially for the part where I threw a book at you. I overreacted. I tend to do that.
I overreact more than I think I do, I guess. It's not really okay. It must be hard to have someone not remember you. But, at the same time, you have to understand that it's hard for me too. You're not the only one here who knows me that I've never met before. And even the people I do know are different, either younger than they're supposed to be or older.
I'm sorry too I guess. It must be scary to have random teleporters in your house. I was just excited. I thought I was never gonna see you again. And then you were here!
It's not a good idea to just pop in on me. But that should be obvious. I understand, at least now I do. I think we can agree that there are plenty of things we both could have done differently to make that not turn out to be such a disaster.
Adding "on purpose" to the end of that doesn't exactly inspire confidence, you know. [Though she promises not to throw a book at you the next time you do it] So, no more disasters? You'll use the front door and I won't throw any more books?
Not shooting yourself with it would probably be a good start. [Best greeting]
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Oh. Hey Babs.
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Where did you get that thing?
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Listen Charlie, I wanted to apologize for the last time we spoke. Especially for the part where I threw a book at you. I overreacted. I tend to do that.
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It's okay. I'm used to people throwing stuff at me. And you over reacting.
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I overreact more than I think I do, I guess. It's not really okay. It must be hard to have someone not remember you. But, at the same time, you have to understand that it's hard for me too. You're not the only one here who knows me that I've never met before. And even the people I do know are different, either younger than they're supposed to be or older.
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Uh- but yeah. No more disasters.
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