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[Even though the security of the consoles still couldn't be guaranteed...today, Midii wasn't all that concerned. She had no confidential information to share. Nothing that could be used against her...again...if only because he wasn't on the Turtle.]

I was in the market, and I...um...overhead some of the kedan talking. [She may or may not have been playing detective again shh.] They said today was a holiday called Father's Day. It sounded nice.

I never had a chance to celebrate anything like that back home. I haven't even seen Papa in years. I...could I even still celebrate? And how?

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[That would explain it; the French words for "very" (tres) and "bear" (porter) sounded nothing alike. And her console was still defaulting most conversations to her native tongue, save for the occasional Japanese.]

My English still isn't that great, I suppose.

A boy I knew...a friend [It took Damian leaving for her to be able to vocalize that much publicly.]...he was teaching me.

[Oh.]

Don't worry about it. [He offers her a smile, for what it's worth.]

So, you haven't gotten to the section on puns yet, I guess?

No. We never did.

[Nor would they. Even before he'd left. Because...it was Damian. And Midii. And a desire to devote time to puns would have implied an interest on either of their parts.]

So is that what Hallmark is? Puns and jokes?

[Because, if so, she might need a little help with this card of hers.]

No, they have other sentimental stuff. There's a card for pretty much anything you can think of, actually.

[But who wants sentimental, stuff? Blegh.]

I still don't recognize the name. They must not have existed where I come from.

I'm not sure they exist here, either, because I don't think I've ever seen such a thing in any of the shops I go to.

You're probably right, but it doesn't matter because you can make your own. [...] Card, that is. Not an entire Hallmark store.

[Unless she had the business savvy for it? She could corner the entire greeting card market around here.]

I thought you meant the card.

I wouldn't know the first thing about running a store. Especially a store about something I don't know anything about.

There's not really much to know... You can make it look however you want.

I don't know anything about that, either.

[Which sounds weird for a young girl to say, except her mind was still specifically on the Store idea.]

Just find some paper and something to write with. That's usually a good start.

[He's pretty sure they're talking about an actual card now... right?]

You mean, like making a list?

Yeah. Or no. You could if you want? [He pauses.] I'm really not being helpful am I?

[She actually smiled a little at that.]

Not directly.

But...the brainstorming is helping. If you keep talking, maybe something will stick?

I can do that. [He taps at his chin.] Did you and your dad have something you liked doing together? That might be something good to write about.

There were a few things.

He used to read to me, when Mama was too busy taking care of the twins. Or play chess. Or... [She hesitated at the last one.]

[Or?] ...Are you okay?

[She was. Her cheeks weren't, though. They were starting to take on a strange...pinkish color.]

He tried to teach me to dance, but I wasn't very good then.

[Well that's adorable.]

I'm sure you could dance circles around me even if you're still not that good.

[Unless they're doing that standing in one spot and waving their arms around kind of dancing.]

I doubt that.

I'd been getting better when Damian started to teach me more...but then he left.

[Her smiled briefly warmed even more, then faded. When she mentioned the twelve-year-old's disappearance.]

Ah, so that's why you never learned about puns. Assuming, that he was the same person...

[She didn't mention a name before, did she? Hm.]

And don't doubt it, I'm not really much of a dancer.

He was. But I don't get what one has to do with the other?

Uh, I guess nothing. But yeah, dancing! Maybe you should write about that. It could be nice.

[hmm....]

I could.

He'd probably laugh if he realized I could keep time to the music without tensing up every five seconds.

[He can't help but break out into a smile at the thought.]

Sounds perfect. I mean, I don't know your dad personally or anything, but I'm sure he'd like to hear about that.

Edited (woooo words wooo) 2014-07-03 18:11 (UTC)

Alright. I'll try.

Maybe if I ask the Emperor really nicely, he could sent the letter back home.

[She doubted that was the case, but it was worth a shot?]

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