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I'll be -- trying to keep up. [ but he is lucky, even if he said it half jokingly; not a lot of people are willing to deal with his brand of weirdness. he doesn't take being liked for granted. ]

What kind of dancing do you do?

[You are a cinnamon roll. How is she going to not eat you up?]

At a masquerade? Mostly break dancing. [Smirking at him.] The normal dance-dancing kind.

I trained in ballet and modern. We covered a few other things, but not enough to get good at them.

[ it's a losing battle, just let him get you some napkins, kitty. ]

If by break dancing you mean break a bunch of stuff while dancing - I got that down!

[ he laughs ] Do you still practice?

[She eyes him and does her best to look serious.] Can I trust you with this extremely closely guarded secret?

Of course - [ he leans forward ] I'm good with secrets, just ask Kara.

Good point. She's the one who is bad with them. Okay, so, the secret answer is...sometimes.

I practice sometimes. Guard it with your life.

I'll take it to my grave. [ he smiles, though their audience may not be as accommodating. ]

Can I..see, sometime? [ he's never really cared much about ballet, but watching kitty do it would be amazing, he's sure of it. because it's kitty. ]

Oh... Um, sure. I guess so. [She reaches up to tuck back a strand of hair, feeling kind of embarrassed by the interest. It's sweet though like most things Winn related.]

[ be sure to brush your teeth after every interaction! ]

You don't have to I just -- if you want, I'd like it. [ it's his turn to hide behind his drink; he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable. ]

[It's kind of a good uncomfortable. No one has been this interested in her interests since.........ever? Was it ever? Well, her parents probably were.]

Just give me some time to practice up more so you can see a practiced practice version. [Practice doesn't sound like a word anymore.]

[ taking an interest is another one of his superpowers. ]

I won't bug, you tell me when, deal?

[ he smiles ]

It's a deal.

Tell me more about you. [Smiling] What do you do for fun at home and here if they're different? Favorite animal? And the most important question, what do you put on a hot dog?

[ he puts on his best confused face, because why have a multiverse if you're not going to have fun with it? ]

Um -- cold water?

That...is objectively the wrong answer to every single thing I asked.

Oh come on, that was funny! [ he laughs ]

Ok, ok, seriously -- other than the stuff you know it's mostly TV, video games, and takeout - ketchup on the hotdog and I always wanted a pet dragon? Does that count?

[Somewhere another version of Kitty is smiling at the dragon comment.] Ketchup? Wow... I mean, we tried, but I don't see how this is ever going to work. We had a good run? [Chicagoians are pretty hardcore about mustard on hotdogs. Tomatoes? Sure. Ketchup? Never!]

Don't be like that - we don't even have hotdogs here! [ he knows she's kidding, but even still his kidding back instinct...is about begging for his place. is that a little sad? he feels like it might be a little sad. ] I promise if we ever get some, I'll eat them with whatever you like. If I can swallow what passes for a hotdog here the relish isn't really gonna be a problem -

[You are the saddest puppy in the entire pound. She stretches a hand out to place over his.] Kidding. Kidding. Besides, the dragon answer more than made up for your misuse of condiments.

[ he really is. he smiles at her, and it won't take too much imagination power to see a tail wagging. ]

So what're your answers?

Well, hot dog obviously needs to be Chicago-style. So, poppeyseed bun, mustard, relish, onions, tomatoes, one pickle spear, sport peppers, and celery salt. You know, and the hot dog.

The animal is probably a dog. I liked the dragon answer though. I'm also in love with Allen's golem, Timcanpy. He's actually here. Maybe you'll get to meet him sometime. Not that I'm calling him an animal!

And for fun... I spend a lot of time training and reading which is true both places. Also, just talking to people which is part exploring this place and trying to figure it out and part just...maybe actually being kind of social. And of course taking things apart and putting them back together. That kind of thing.

And cold water.

-- I have a lot to say to all of this but I'm gonna go ahead and start with - golem? As in -- the Jewish myth?

Basically. Inanimate and brought to life through magic, so...tends to fit. He flies and eats cigarettes and is golden and adorable.

He eats cigarettes? [ he's pretty sure that wasn't in the myth. this is probably not the part that should be bothering him -- magic, hello?? -- but somehow trying to picture it is resulting in a mental image he just can't quite comprehend. ]

Please don't take it pushy, but I need to meet your friends. [ superpowers and golem pets? he wants to be part of that gang, yes please! ]

[That earns a laugh.] Allen was a friend of mine back in the prison. The one here doesn't remember ever being there, so it's kind of a starting over thing. But I'll see what I can do about introductions with anyone you want.

[Since she already had her hand on his for comfort earlier, she's just softly tracing patterns over it now with her fingers.] Maybe you can meet some of the Windrose crew sometime. [You know, like by coming over~]

[ he looks down at her hand on his, before lifting his eyes back to meet hers; if he were an anime character - which, honestly, is not that big of a leap for him - they'd be getting huge and sparkly with excitement about now. he takes her hand in his, giving it a grateful - and comforting, it can't be easy to be forgotten by a friend - squeeze. ]

Yeah? I'd like that. [ and not even just for the implications. feeling included, wanted, like he belongs - that she'd introduce him to her friends, to her crew, to her private space - it all means a lot to him. ]