[Have pity on this poor girl, she may be able to quote Murder on the Orient Express backwards to you, but all that high fantasy stuff just goes right over her head.
And Dirk the cold pole? Whatever. Even if that IS true, which it isn't in the slightest, he's still Dirk and she's still going to hug the dickens out of him until he wants to let go. Gotta respect boundaries and all that. It's a relief just to see a familiar face here, he can hug how he likes.
She mock-gasps at Dirk at the walking comment, but before she can chide him for even thinking of that (it's really okay, he'd already gone out of his way so much so far, she wouldn't have allowed him to really walk the whole way), but then her mind snags on two things. One, the unspoken compliments - because that's complete bullshit, they may have put the stupid romantic entanglements of Jake English behind them, from her perspective, but Dirk directing unspoken compliments to her? Oh good gosh and golly.
Two: grandkids. She knows John and Jade are...related to her, through the ectobiology whatsis. She knows it distantly and hazily, having been explained to a few times before and yet finding it too much to apply terms like "son" or "daughter" to either of them, even if they were true in the purely technical, genetic sense. For Dave to just whip a word out like that? It's so fucking weird. It's too fucking weird. It's-]
...Uh...you mean...my teen Poppop, and Jake's teen Grandma. I...figured you were. Friendly with them, I mean. You were all on your way to our session before I came here, right? So - yeah, I'd guess you'd have to be friends!
[Her words spill out stilted and awkward, but they ARE an attempt to not make things stilted and awkward. So. Uh. You tried, Jane.]
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[Have pity on this poor girl, she may be able to quote Murder on the Orient Express backwards to you, but all that high fantasy stuff just goes right over her head.
And Dirk the cold pole? Whatever. Even if that IS true, which it isn't in the slightest, he's still Dirk and she's still going to hug the dickens out of him until he wants to let go. Gotta respect boundaries and all that. It's a relief just to see a familiar face here, he can hug how he likes.
She mock-gasps at Dirk at the walking comment, but before she can chide him for even thinking of that (it's really okay, he'd already gone out of his way so much so far, she wouldn't have allowed him to really walk the whole way), but then her mind snags on two things. One, the unspoken compliments - because that's complete bullshit, they may have put the stupid romantic entanglements of Jake English behind them, from her perspective, but Dirk directing unspoken compliments to her? Oh good gosh and golly.
Two: grandkids. She knows John and Jade are...related to her, through the ectobiology whatsis. She knows it distantly and hazily, having been explained to a few times before and yet finding it too much to apply terms like "son" or "daughter" to either of them, even if they were true in the purely technical, genetic sense. For Dave to just whip a word out like that? It's so fucking weird. It's too fucking weird. It's-]
...Uh...you mean...my teen Poppop, and Jake's teen Grandma. I...figured you were. Friendly with them, I mean. You were all on your way to our session before I came here, right? So - yeah, I'd guess you'd have to be friends!
[Her words spill out stilted and awkward, but they ARE an attempt to not make things stilted and awkward. So. Uh. You tried, Jane.]