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You know... maybe.

[She might be onto something there. With the locals. He hasn't heard enough about this "Sodder" to make a call on whatever it is they've got to do with this place, specifically. But the locals are another story.]

[He idly twists the cookie in his fingers.]

It would explain why they're always unaffected by what happens. Why they just seem like they don't care. If they're dreaming, then why would they?

[ Allura nods, feeling a little emboldened now that he's tagged on to her line of thinking. But they usually fed off one another intellectually, or they had done so well before. ]

Yes, that's exactly what I asked myself. My experience here may be limited, but each time something has gone...off, it's been very apparent.

[ Well. Except the whole swan ride. Or rather, the part that had been off hadn't been what was expected until it was too late. And yet locals still piled on without a care. ]

It's very easy to accept all happenings as logical outcomes when you're dreaming, isn't it? A faceless figure can stand in place of a loved one or a friend without question.

Yeah. And at the masquerade... when everything went haywire, not a single person from the town reacted. If they were even there at all.

[His memories were hazy too. Mostly, he remembered trying to keep Will alive in the middle of a snowstorm.]

Even when it's a nightmare... you think it's normal. Because it's a dream.

[Agreeing with her, and puzzling out the mystery at the same time. It's a huge relief, to finally have someone to work things out with. Someone you already know and trust like this. There's no second-guessing here.

Precisely!

[ Whether the theory has merit or not, it is nice to feel as if she's not going out on a limb.

She does the very ladylike motion of scraping off the frosting of her Oreo and eating that on its own. ]

I'm not sure how plausible it would be to test this, though.

[Allura if you're not going to eat the cookie, let him have it...]

I don't think we even can. If they're not outright glowering at us, they tend to act like we're not even here.

[The townsfolk are... interesting, to say the least.]

[ She sets down the cookie portion, then. Your move, Shiro. ]

Is there no way to get their attention? Perhaps that could be what might wake them up?

[Just going to casually... sneak his hand out to grab that cookie.]

I don't know, honestly. They never seem to want to say much of anything to me. Even when I was working at the school.

[ Is this a thing now? Because she's going for another untouched cookie and, yes, takes the top off. Frosting is clearly the best part. ]

That must make it difficult to do your job.

[This is now a thing, and Shiro is super fine with it. He'll just help himself to the cookie top again.]

A bit. But... honestly, it might be for the best. I'm not exactly teaching flight sims anymore.

So?

[ She's not sure if she sees the connection there. But she will eat her bit of frosting before continuing. ]

Though I'm not surprised to hear that you were an instructor. But teaching itself is still a skillset, regardless of the subject.

So being a classroom teacher for human kids is... different than what I did. It's a lot different.

I'm bad at biology, for starters. [He twists the top off another oreo, trying to scrape the cream toward her.] And the other day I tried to kill a spider with a burner and hairspray.

[ Oh that's kind of you, Shiro. She's reaching out to take it but has to pause. ]

You what??

...

I killed a spider?

With a burner and hairspray??

[ Why? ]

I didn't have a swatter handy?

[It seemed like a good idea at the time, Allura.]

What sort of spiders does Earth have?

[ The fact that she's giving him the benefit of the doubt at all in this situation must really speak for her trust in his actions. Clearly it must have been a large spider. Who could only be destroyed by flame. And would eat the students.

Or something.

Don't let her down, Shiro. ]

I... don't actually know what kind it was?

[The kids were yelling though. Like kids tend to do when they see a spider.]

[ There's a loooooooong pause. ]

...That isn't how spiders are supposed to be dealt with here, is it?

... it is if you really, really don't like them.

[So there.]

....

[ Wait a tick. ]

Shiro. Are you afraid of spiders?

[...]

No.

...

[ EH HEHE. ]

You are, aren't you?

I am not. Afraid of spiders.

No? They don't bother you?

[ Don't mind if she taps her fingers along the table towards him, mimicking a spider wither her hand. ]

Not one bit~?

No. They do not.

[He knows what you're doing and that's not funny.]

I do not. Hate spiders.

[You know that oreo cream he set aside? Yeah, he's gonna eat it. In revenge.]

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