[ Are you sure, Damon?: she needs her food! Which...isn't really why they're there. ]
Like, they both talk about this...space ship, station, they lived on. If Allison didn't have the same story, I'd of thought Stiles was being an idiot and trying to play out a long running joke. [ Before she realized he had nightmares, more than she's ever recalled him to regularly have. They all have pasts, and the frailty of the human psyche is pretty prevalent to her, those days. ] So, yeah, I guess.
[She's following him, really taking in more of the scope of this 90s establishment. There's a lot of weird differences -- what were they thinking back then? That people couldn't go out to eat without being bombarded with decor equally as tacky as the layout of the place? Not that the decade's that far back, even for her, but it's...something else. Everything strikes her as too busy; meanwhile, she has no idea how much worse it could actually get. She barely sees the models. ]
I guess he's just from this really weird kind of point of, time, or whatever you could call it. [ More listening, because she cares about Damon's answers. They sit, and her focus does draw away a couple of times from instinct, sounds and sights to observe. ] You and Stefan have been on the same page, then. [ Hello pizza. YUM. ] That's really good. You're...I only know what you've told me, but it's probably good you're both here, then. [ If Damon needs that saving.
For any interested parties, yes, pizza in this type of space in time does taste delicious. Or, maybe she just knows what it's supposed to taste like. It's her favorite kind, after all. Hm...that's...interesting: did he just, like, guess? ] I kinda wish he'd remember more. But, not everything. Things got...complicated. [ She shrugs, looking down, taking another bite. ] There's a lot I'm glad no one else knows. [ It's selfish to not want Lydia to remember certain things too, isn't it? Sheesh. ]
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Like, they both talk about this...space ship, station, they lived on. If Allison didn't have the same story, I'd of thought Stiles was being an idiot and trying to play out a long running joke. [ Before she realized he had nightmares, more than she's ever recalled him to regularly have. They all have pasts, and the frailty of the human psyche is pretty prevalent to her, those days. ] So, yeah, I guess.
[She's following him, really taking in more of the scope of this 90s establishment. There's a lot of weird differences -- what were they thinking back then? That people couldn't go out to eat without being bombarded with decor equally as tacky as the layout of the place? Not that the decade's that far back, even for her, but it's...something else. Everything strikes her as too busy; meanwhile, she has no idea how much worse it could actually get. She barely sees the models. ]
I guess he's just from this really weird kind of point of, time, or whatever you could call it. [ More listening, because she cares about Damon's answers. They sit, and her focus does draw away a couple of times from instinct, sounds and sights to observe. ] You and Stefan have been on the same page, then. [ Hello pizza. YUM. ] That's really good. You're...I only know what you've told me, but it's probably good you're both here, then. [ If Damon needs that saving.
For any interested parties, yes, pizza in this type of space in time does taste delicious. Or, maybe she just knows what it's supposed to taste like. It's her favorite kind, after all. Hm...that's...interesting: did he just, like, guess? ] I kinda wish he'd remember more. But, not everything. Things got...complicated. [ She shrugs, looking down, taking another bite. ] There's a lot I'm glad no one else knows. [ It's selfish to not want Lydia to remember certain things too, isn't it? Sheesh. ]