video;

[lunaraneae]

[The video shakes and settles as it's set on a table, focusing on Cindy who gives the camera a little wave.]

Hello! So I'm new. And Cindy. I mean, my name is Cindy and I'm new.

[She takes a moment to facepalm. Great start, Cindy Moon. Way to prove you're a capable and cool young woman. New universe, new start, right?]

Anyways. Anyways! I just have a couple questions. Mostly about superpowers and communism but also pumpkin spice. It's everywhere. And is kale still a big thing in this universe? I was hoping that if I had to be teleported to an alternate universe, it'd be one without kale smoothies.

[She pauses, and a look of horror passes over her face.]

What if there are pumpkin spice kale smoothies?

Comments

[lunaraneae]

You've obviously never been on the wrong end of a driver. And preteens can be vicious.

[orions_shadow]

They're better than adults.

[lunaraneae]

Whoa, there. Don't forget you're talking to an adult right now.

...I kind of agree, though.

[orions_shadow]

Maybe not all adults.

Do you?

[lunaraneae]

Some adults are the worst.

[orions_shadow]

Exactly my point.

Some are harmless, many not so much.

[lunaraneae]

Same with everyone, really.

[orions_shadow]

I'd rather hang out with the bad kids than the bad adults.

[lunaraneae]

Sounds like we got a little delinquent here.

[orions_shadow]

The best delinquent in town, luv.

[lunaraneae]

[That startles a snort of laughter out of her.]

I am way too old for you to be calling me that.

[orions_shadow]

Who says?

[lunaraneae]

Says the lady who's probably more than ten years older than you.

[orions_shadow]

For an old lady you sure got one hell of a baby face.

[He was pegging you for only five years older at best.]

[lunaraneae]

Good genes, I guess.

[She's mildly offended, but living in a bunker for ten years really does great things for your skin.]

[orions_shadow]

[Don't be TOO offended, he doesn't say things like that maliciously. Had been tempted to throw in the word 'luv' just because she told him not to.]

Must be.

Some kid suggested I might live to be two hundred.

He may be right.