Dee: Hah, sure. The norms of English will keep changing anyway; is seo forð-gesceaft digol and dyrne.
Emily: ...
Dee: Anyway, how about you?
Emily: Me?
Dee: Yeah, you wanna mix anything up?
Emily (thinking): Hmm
Emily (pulling a strand from her earring, apparently made of the cloak substance): Nah.
Emily (forming the substance into a lacy square above her head): Being a spooky unknown is a little tempting, but nah. I'm cool with "she".
(She drapes the lace over her hair horns to achieve a vaguely medieval look and strikes a pose; Dee claps.)
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Alt text: Translation: The path of the future is obscure and unknown.









