She shakes her head, her smile fading at the edges. "I was kind of hoping we'd meet some... we've been halfway across the galaxy by now. But so far it's only us and the robots."
It's just as well that her story doesn't mesh with the fiction that he's seen. The '78 version was cancelled before they found Earth, and the '80 version was a hot mess. But suspicions may arise once more if she starts dropping proper nouns. "Is that your favorite kind of sci-fi story, ones about aliens?" Her amused smile returns. "Someone here once assumed that I was an alien, since I wasn't from Earth. That was kind of funny."
Careful to avoid the bloodstains, she opens the box and takes out the pie. She doesn't even wait for him to finish excusing himself before she's taken a bite, making a small, happy sound when she breaks into the syrupy cherry filling. It's exactly as she remembers in all its processed, artificially flavored glory.
By the time Freddy returns, Adia is carefully wiping flakes of pastry off her hands, the pie long gone. She takes in his new appearance and smiles brightly. "Much better. You look nice." And young, too. The slightly too-large clothes make him look even younger, and she resists the urge to fuss with his collar or roll up his cuffs. "It's no problem, really. I'm glad I was able to help."
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It's just as well that her story doesn't mesh with the fiction that he's seen. The '78 version was cancelled before they found Earth, and the '80 version was a hot mess. But suspicions may arise once more if she starts dropping proper nouns. "Is that your favorite kind of sci-fi story, ones about aliens?" Her amused smile returns. "Someone here once assumed that I was an alien, since I wasn't from Earth. That was kind of funny."
Careful to avoid the bloodstains, she opens the box and takes out the pie. She doesn't even wait for him to finish excusing himself before she's taken a bite, making a small, happy sound when she breaks into the syrupy cherry filling. It's exactly as she remembers in all its processed, artificially flavored glory.
By the time Freddy returns, Adia is carefully wiping flakes of pastry off her hands, the pie long gone. She takes in his new appearance and smiles brightly. "Much better. You look nice." And young, too. The slightly too-large clothes make him look even younger, and she resists the urge to fuss with his collar or roll up his cuffs. "It's no problem, really. I'm glad I was able to help."