audience: emma perkins

[cyclists]

Comments

[cyclists]

I believe it would take a greater effort than just one person, and it is not something that the young one and I will be able to create on our own. While I'm fairly familiar with spirits, I am less skilled in the art of manipulating them.

However at your request, I will determine if it is something that the universe might be able to grant, at a cost.

[foodbin]

[She nods.]

When you figure it out... Is there a way for you to come to me without me sending a lantern, or should I just check back later?

[cyclists]

Ah, you would like me to pay you a personal visit?

[not what she said]

[foodbin]

...It’s really hard to tell what you mean by that when I can’t see your face.

[cyclists]

Mm?

[a confused little noise, and one of lune's hands reaches up to press to their chin in thought, disappearing in the darkness of the hood]

Was it said incorrectly?

[foodbin]

...No, it’s fine.

[closes eyes!!]

Anyways, yes. If you could come find me once you know, that would be great.

[cyclists]

Very well.

Is there anything else that might ease your mind? A drink? Some... ah, what has it been referred to...

Comfort food?

[foodbin]

[She shakes her head, forcing a grateful smile.]

No. But, I did have another question for you.

[cyclists]

Ah? I am listening.

[foodbin]

When you were getting ready to... you know.

[kill a child,,]

You said you would see her soon in another time. What did you mean?

[cyclists]

[hmmmm.

lune will thoughtfully sip their tea at that, then offering up an explanation]

I have traveled through many lives, and many times, sometimes seeing the same people on a countless number of occasions, even if they do not remember it to be so.

I have reason to believe that I will see her again. After all, I owe her a dance.

[foodbin]

[...]

You realize I have no idea what you're talking about, right?

[cyclists]

[there is another soft laugh at that]

No... I would not expect you to.

Nonetheless, that is what I meant.

[foodbin]

...Right.

[She pauses for a few moments.]

I guess I just hoped... You know.

[cyclists]

... I apologize, if my words were misleading.

[they'll glance back to her]

But I am sure that in other lives, and other times, she is quite happy.

[foodbin]

That's a nice thought.

[And that's about all it is to her, but she doesn't voice that.]

I think that's my last question. You still want a return fire this time, or are you busy?

[cyclists]

I am never too busy to speak to you all - it is my primary role here, as far as I am concerned.

[they're always having a curious time

that said.]

Of all the things that humans have invented in their time, what is your favorite creation?

[foodbin]

[After a few moments:]

Well, you can't beat a bubble bath, as far as I'm concerned.

[cyclists]

That is when the foam that is normally used to rinse plates and bowls are used for bathing, correct?

[foodbin]

[She nods, even if she clarifies.]

Well, it's not dish soap. It smells better, for one.

[cyclists]

Does it...

[they are trying so hard to understand]

Mm. Are floral fragrances popular?

[foodbin]

Yeah. It's usually that or something fruity.

[cyclists]

I see...

Which do you prefer?

[foodbin]

[She thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs.]

Probably floral. It's less overpowering, you know?

[cyclists]

[there's a thoughtful nod at that

and then lune will seem to conjure up a small bottle of floral-scented bubble bath soap to hold to emma]

Then I hope that this will be enough to calm your nerves, when you have a chance to use it.

[make

the entire hot springs your bubble bath emma just do it]