DAY 90, Morning

[gis_s_christ]

Gisela woke with a huge yawn. She groaned and tried to wiggle down under the blankets some more, but something felt wrong, and she felt that maybe she should be awake. So she crawled to sitting up and scrubbed her eyes open and looked blearily around the room

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[amazing_am_i]

Bert had been sprawled out, snoring comfortably when he felt something smack him in the face. He jumped up, angry and in a daze. "Hey!"

Once he rubbed his eyes and saw the girl he was beyond confused. He couldn't remember his dream, but he dreamed he was big and there were some other people - they looked similar, and pretty, whomever they were. He always wanted to be big so he could get away from his dad. He hated his dad. But who was this girl? He was never allowed to play with other kids outside of school, t-ball, and pee-wee soccer. "Who are you?" He reached across and pinched her cheek.

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Gisela sat stunned a moment when the boy pinched her. Who did that? He also looked bigger than her now that he was sitting up, and she thought that maybe she should not have smacked him with a pillow. At least, not when she was not in a good position to run. She didn't even know where she was! This wasn't her room!

She made a frowny face at him. After a long pause, she grumbled, "Gisela." Lord von... Gunter... Father? He would want her to be polite. Anyway, she did hit the boy first. She stuck a hand out.

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He made a face at her and looked at her hand then back at her face. He thought it was a little odd for a girl to ask for a handshake, since he usually only saw his dad do it and never his mom. She usually bowed or curtsied politely. But maybe this girl was just weird. He stuck his hand into hers and squeezed it a little hard. "I'm Bert. I'm 6." He was told not to talk to strangers, but if a girl was in his bed, she wasn't really a stranger, right?

[gis_s_christ]

"Ow." She snatched her hand back and frowned harder. Why did he have to grab so hard?

"You're six? That's all?" She looked him up and down and made another face. He sure was big for a six. There was six year old boy in the orphanage who could barely walk, and half her size... Ooooh. Wait. "You're a human, huh!"

[gis_s_christ]

"'Kay." She located the sweetrolls too, with all the sticky sugar on top, and pushed them to where she could get them off the counter, and made her way down. "Do you need a plate, cause I don't think I can reach them." She moved the rolls to the table and hopped up in one of the chairs, intending to eat strait from the platter.

[amazing_am_i]

For fruit? "Nah, I'm good. But why is this apple purple? Shouldn't it be red or green?" He looked it over, not really sure if he should try to eat it or if purple meant it was rotten. The bananas were a bit on the orange side of yellow, but at least they were close.

He put the bowl on the table and grabbed the bread and butter and put it there before getting into a chair and pulling up his shorts, again.

He realized there was no knife. Not that he was allowed to use knives. "There's no knife. But I've never used one. It looks pretty easy though..."

[gis_s_christ]

Gisela paused in digging a roll away from the rest and gave Bert a confused look. "Apples are sposed to be purple. That's what they are."

She looked around and gave a little shrug. "Butter knifes aren't sharp. I bet you can use that." Roll in hand, she got up and moved around the kitchen. But she didn't find a butter knife, just a regular knife. She brought it back to the table. "If you use the not sharp side, you should be okay, okay?"

[amazing_am_i]

Ok, so strange exotic fruit. At least it wasn't rotten

[amazing_am_i]

Bert pushed a chair over and climbed up on it and watched her with the quill. He looked at it with complete bafflement across his face. "Um, what's that? Don't you have crayons?" Though he saw the flower and didn't realize he rolled his eyes at how unsurprising it was.

[gis_s_christ]

Gisela paused to give Bert an Are-You-Stupid look. "It's a pen." She demonstrated dipping it in the ink, and then drew a stem. "You don't have pens where you're from? And I don't know what crayons are, so no."

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"We don't havfta put our pens in anything. They just... work." And how could they not have crayons? What kind of messed up country was this? "Crayons are colors you draw with. And they melt if left outside."

He held the quill curiously and stuck it in the ink - probably much deeper than it needed to be. A few drops dripped onto the paper before he started to draw a dinosaur beside them. This pen was much weirder than his parents' pens. He wasn't allowed to use pens yet - only pencils and crayons. But no one was here to tell him no and she gave it to him...

[gis_s_christ]

"Colors come from paint." Though she had seen colored sticks before, but they were deemed too expensive for plain old drawing. And they didn't melt in the sun. "That's stupid. How are you supposed to color a tree or a sunset or something if your colors melt?"