and she just sort of. looks at him. looks at the peach pit in her hand. back to Judar. over her shoulder and down the hall. back to Judar.]
Ohhhhhhhhmygod you're in my kitchen, why are you in my kitchen. [Nope, still trying to make sense of this, give her a second. Teleportation spells sound logical for given values of the word based on all of the Everything she has ever dealt with; who is she to think anything is weird at all about magic being infused in things?? She hasn't even started on the weirdness of the giant sword also chillin there, honestly that's like the least weird thing happening right now.
That something good would ever actually happen to her seems unlikely enough that caution stays in her expression, and she isn't quiiite letting go of the cleaver, but she sounds hopeful.] ...It's really you?
[okay wait why IS that giant sword there, she looks like she's going to say something and then just kind of ends up gesturing helplessly at it with the peach pit still in her hand, it has not occurred to her to just put it down literally anywhere else, but like it's not aimed specifically enough to just not be a vague confused arm-wave at all of this]
Uh, 'cause I got hungry? Plus I couldn't remember where all the other rooms were. [aggressively continues to not help at all
He'll go ahead and prove his identity by scoffing at her next question and clearly sulking over her lack of reaction no illusion could possibly match this level of immaturity.] Obviously it's me, who else would be skilled enough to teleport onto a ship in the middle of space in another fucking universe? [he's just gonna conveniently forget about all the other people who could worldhop way before he could...] Ugh, it took a ton of work figuring out how to get here and I was even nice enough to get you something, you could act more excited to see me!
[didn't he just fucking say thirty seconds ago that tracking the ship down was super easy]
[how does one person manage to be this completely fucking useless without even trying to be
and she's absolutely filing all the effort he put into getting here away to bully him over later but right now she's still working past the inherent ?!?!?!?! of the situation, but—no, no illusion could be this much of an infant about this, this is the Judarest way this situation could have been dealt with, Judar is actually in her kitchen right now.]
No, I just... [oh no. oh no it's worse than just freezing up with surprise she's getting all teary-eyed it's emotions] I'm just—omigod you're really here, it's really you, I didn't think I'd get to see you again!
[Being excited is as 0 to 100 as everything else Clover has ever done in her entire life, and she's throwing the peach pit on the ground and running over to try tugging him into a hug. has the regret started yet.]
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and she just sort of. looks at him. looks at the peach pit in her hand. back to Judar. over her shoulder and down the hall. back to Judar.]
Ohhhhhhhhmygod you're in my kitchen, why are you in my kitchen. [Nope, still trying to make sense of this, give her a second. Teleportation spells sound logical for given values of the word based on all of the Everything she has ever dealt with; who is she to think anything is weird at all about magic being infused in things?? She hasn't even started on the weirdness of the giant sword also chillin there, honestly that's like the least weird thing happening right now.
That something good would ever actually happen to her seems unlikely enough that caution stays in her expression, and she isn't quiiite letting go of the cleaver, but she sounds hopeful.] ...It's really you?
[okay wait why IS that giant sword there, she looks like she's going to say something and then just kind of ends up gesturing helplessly at it with the peach pit still in her hand, it has not occurred to her to just put it down literally anywhere else, but like it's not aimed specifically enough to just not be a vague confused arm-wave at all of this]
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He'll go ahead and prove his identity by scoffing at her next question and clearly sulking over her lack of reaction no illusion could possibly match this level of immaturity.] Obviously it's me, who else would be skilled enough to teleport onto a ship in the middle of space in another fucking universe? [he's just gonna conveniently forget about all the other people who could worldhop way before he could...] Ugh, it took a ton of work figuring out how to get here and I was even nice enough to get you something, you could act more excited to see me!
[didn't he just fucking say thirty seconds ago that tracking the ship down was super easy]
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and she's absolutely filing all the effort he put into getting here away to bully him over later but right now she's still working past the inherent ?!?!?!?! of the situation, but—no, no illusion could be this much of an infant about this, this is the Judarest way this situation could have been dealt with, Judar is actually in her kitchen right now.]
No, I just... [oh no. oh no it's worse than just freezing up with surprise she's getting all teary-eyed it's emotions] I'm just—omigod you're really here, it's really you, I didn't think I'd get to see you again!
[Being excited is as 0 to 100 as everything else Clover has ever done in her entire life, and she's throwing the peach pit on the ground and running over to try tugging him into a hug. has the regret started yet.]