She is a teenager, and therefore, a certain amount of melodrama is required. Which is why when she knocks she has her face and torso pressed against the door like it's melted there.
The door beeps uncertainly, then starts to slide away into the wall. Jedao, on the other side, waves from the couch where has a beautiful red and gold tea service set out on the coffee table.
She collapses onto the couch next to him with a slight groan.
"The next person to ask me a hypothetical question they know I don't have an answer for without suggesting anything helpful is getting the opening of a legal sized envelope full of shaving cream put under their cabin door and I'm dropping a book on the other side."
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"The next person to ask me a hypothetical question they know I don't have an answer for without suggesting anything helpful is getting the opening of a legal sized envelope full of shaving cream put under their cabin door and I'm dropping a book on the other side."
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"You're a good head of cabbage, Willa Givens."
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She narrows her eyes, frowning and nothing.
"What does cabbage even look like. Is that the albino broccoli one or something else."
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What he lacks in botanical knowledge he makes up for in calm confidence.