[ don quixote weighs it in her mind, the slim probability, and then sets it aside. the plants nip at her clothes, her hair and hands without bother. ]
I thank thee for thy time then, Angela. Thou hath done much to aid in mine understanding of thyself and those around me, though I shan't bring it up willy-nilly.
[ bit of a promise, there. that she'll keep the information safe as if it were her own. ]
( angela gives her a doubting look—it lingers, even as she speaks. )
I appreciate the consideration.
( but, hmm... her favorite part of being human... she turns her gaze away again, looking up. it's difficult to say. there's been a lot of things to make it worthwhile. there's been a lot of things that made her question why she had wanted this so badly, ached for it. yet——— the good still outweighs the bad, somehow. the small moments she'd finally been granted, with colleagues and unfamiliar faces alike. with people who knew too much, and people who hadn't know anything at all.
[ how simple. but she brightens immediately and chatters on, the past conversation left like yesterday. ]
Verily, 'tis a delightful dessert whose flavors tantalize several of the senses at once -- taste, of course, but also touch with its vast difference in temperature, as well as sight for the delectable toppings one may place upon it...♪ What has been thy favorite?
( she's done RESEARCH... it's taking her a moment to get as casual and comfy as don is, conversation moving along, but... she's... trying, sort of. )
Blueberry, mint, funfetti, ube, champagne, red wine, lemon, yoghurt, whiskey, pomegranate, sesame, and szechaun peppercorn... I don't like putting toppings on it, however.
[ but she's had that unpleasant experience too... ]
I shall endeavor to try them all by year's end... That is not much time, but surely it can be under so long as I preserve...
[ hmm... who would want to go with her? ice cream's best eaten with others, but day in and day out might get tiring for some. she needs to make more friends. ]
[ ... so long as they know when to let go, something in her echoes softly, and she pushes it down. ]
And then, I shall have plenty of people to enjoy ice cream with as well. It has been fun, being around so many others, has it not? I quite enjoy it myself.
( overwhelming. too much, at times. there's a reason that she tends to excuse herself when there's too many people around, listening to conversations through the bookshelves instead of joining them herself. the steady buzz of chatter, distant but near... )
But I... have enjoyed it, I suppose. To an extent.
[ if so... (gasp)... then don quixote has done her new job well, in protecting the smiles and happiness of others. she doesn't mind, poking back amicably. ]
It must be tended to, lest one forgets how to have it. Does that make sense?
There is no need to force thyself to enjoy what another might, it only means that there are activities one has yet to discover they might like to do together! What they may like about it could be transferred to something that would suit thy tastes more, such as snacing.
Specifying it allows all to easily understand what is expected to be brought to the race, Angela. Imagine if one had brought a toy horse to the race, not realizing its rocking motions would be lacking compared to the toy care! Would thee like to know what a toy horse race is called?
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I thank thee for thy time then, Angela. Thou hath done much to aid in mine understanding of thyself and those around me, though I shan't bring it up willy-nilly.
[ bit of a promise, there. that she'll keep the information safe as if it were her own. ]
What has been thy favorite part of being human?
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I appreciate the consideration.
( but, hmm... her favorite part of being human... she turns her gaze away again, looking up. it's difficult to say. there's been a lot of things to make it worthwhile. there's been a lot of things that made her question why she had wanted this so badly, ached for it. yet——— the good still outweighs the bad, somehow. the small moments she'd finally been granted, with colleagues and unfamiliar faces alike. with people who knew too much, and people who hadn't know anything at all.
she clasps her hands in front of her. )
Ice cream.
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[ how simple. but she brightens immediately and chatters on, the past conversation left like yesterday. ]
Verily, 'tis a delightful dessert whose flavors tantalize several of the senses at once -- taste, of course, but also touch with its vast difference in temperature, as well as sight for the delectable toppings one may place upon it...♪ What has been thy favorite?
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( she's done RESEARCH... it's taking her a moment to get as casual and comfy as don is, conversation moving along, but... she's... trying, sort of. )
Blueberry, mint, funfetti, ube, champagne, red wine, lemon, yoghurt, whiskey, pomegranate, sesame, and szechaun peppercorn... I don't like putting toppings on it, however.
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Because it masks the flavor, or because a sprinkle has gotten stuck unpleasantly into the crown of a tooth?
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Mostly the first.
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I shall endeavor to try them all by year's end... That is not much time, but surely it can be under so long as I preserve...
[ hmm... who would want to go with her? ice cream's best eaten with others, but day in and day out might get tiring for some. she needs to make more friends. ]
Very well! I shall make ten more friends.
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( you need TEN MORE? )
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[ ... so long as they know when to let go, something in her echoes softly, and she pushes it down. ]
And then, I shall have plenty of people to enjoy ice cream with as well. It has been fun, being around so many others, has it not? I quite enjoy it myself.
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( overwhelming. too much, at times. there's a reason that she tends to excuse herself when there's too many people around, listening to conversations through the bookshelves instead of joining them herself. the steady buzz of chatter, distant but near... )
But I... have enjoyed it, I suppose. To an extent.
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[ simple as that. just like this, in its own way, is fun -- now, it is fun. ]
Even if it is only "to an extent". Happiness is something one must keep growing, no? I believe that thinking applies thus as well.
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( she sounds vaguely amused... perhaps she is (gasp) teasing don.... )
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It must be tended to, lest one forgets how to have it. Does that make sense?
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And if one's version of fun is perhaps diametrically opposed to someone else's?
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[ probably. it sounds fun. to her. ]
There is no need to force thyself to enjoy what another might, it only means that there are activities one has yet to discover they might like to do together! What they may like about it could be transferred to something that would suit thy tastes more, such as snacing.
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Snacing?
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[ like it's... obvious. ]
Though, the lack of the little critter makes it somewhat difficult to do.
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Only somewhat? I would assume it's a main component given the name.
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I have hope that we may one day find a single creature among the leaves, else we may only replace the sn- with something else. Such as.... Tacing.
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And what would that be?
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[ ... she couldn't have known. ]
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That's just racing.
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[ please. please. ple ]
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