Persephone: I am so done with sword practice with my cousin right now! I hate it when he humors me by letting me win...
Victor (to Persephone): And yet you pout when you lose.
Persephone (to Victor): What can I say... I'm complicated. Besides, I just want to win fair and square. Not because you let me. I only pout when I lose because I know I can do better.
Victor (to Persephone): Alright. Alright. Fair enough. I promise I won't humor you anymore. I just wanted you to stop your fussing. You're too hard on yourself. You're doing fine. You always forget how much longer I've been doing this than you.
Persephone (to Victor): That may be so but I know I can beat you on my own... I see your weak spot in your defense, I just can't figure out how to use it to my advantage yet.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh yeah? I don't suppose you're going to clue me in on what it is, are you?
Persephone (to Victor): Heh. I'll tell you after I figure out how to beat you with it. :-P
Victor (to Persephone): What if someone uses it to stab me in the head? It'll be your fault, you know.
Persephone (to Victor): All I can say is you have a tell before you parry my sword to the right.
Victor (to Persephone): Well, shit. Heh. Guess I needed to remember that I'm not an expert either. :-P
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, I'm sure a session with your mom or dad would fix that right up. :-P
Victor (to Persephone): Ha ha ha! Yeah. Tell me about it. Jesus, that annoys me. Heh. We've got a pair of egos on us, don't we?
Persephone (to Victor): Heehee, I think we came by them honestly... we inherited the egos from our parents, it's in our genes.
Victor (to Persephone): With my parents, I don't doubt that in the slightest.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh, come on, cousin dear, your parents aren't that bad... just because they act like Gomez & Morticia with each other all the time doesn't mean they're terrible. Some people would kill to have parents as cool as yours.
Victor (to Persephone): You only think they're cool, because they're not YOUR parents.
Persephone (to Victor): That's probably true... I love my folks, but your parents make mine look like boring sticks in the mud. I mean, my parents are getting all excited about this stupid family reunion thing... grunt. Who cares about a bunch of uncles and their families... though, I am excited about meeting Uncle Thaddeus. I've heard stories about him. He's been out of the country since I was tiny... supposedly I met him when I was younger but I don't remember. Are you guys going to come to it? Ma seemed to think your parents were going to try and bow out of it.
Victor (to Persephone): I want to, actually, but your parents are probably right. My folks are SO weird when it comes to stuff like that. I think they have a lot of baggage about family. You know when I went to visit them when they were young? They both mentioned things that made me thing they have MAJOR family issues. It was totes completely awkward.
Persephone (to Victor): Yeah, you told me a little bit. But, your Dad's family is nice. I mean, every time I've met your Auntie M & Eep, they seemed super cool, plus your cousins are adorable.
Victor (to Persephone): Oh, they're not actually related to me. I mean, they ARE, but not by blood, you know?
Persephone (to Victor): REALLY? Why is this the first I've heard of this? There's got to be a story... what is it? Do you know?
Victor (to Persephone): I guess it's just one of those things that's so old and so over, no one thinks to mention. When my dad mentioned that he ran away from home when he was young, so I asked Aunt Mouse about it. I guess his parents and "real" siblings were all terrible. She found him asleep on her porch all beat up and took him in.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh my god, that is so like something out of book. That explains your Dad not wanting to do family stuff, but what about your Mom? I mean, Da gave me the impression there was nothing really interesting in his childhood. Oooh, I am so going to ask Ma.
Victor (to Persephone): I dunno. Mom is pretty tight-lipped about her childhood. I get the impression it wasn't good, though. I don't think Uncle Bernard was around a lot when my mom was a kid from what she's said, though.
Persephone (to Victor): Hmmm... Very mysterious.
Victor (to Persephone): Well, if you can get info out of your dad, you're doing better than I am.
Persephone (to Victor): Gee, I wish we could go back in time & ask their younger selves... I bet THEY wouldn't be so tight-lipped about it.
Victor (to Persephone): No. NO. I recognize that gleam in your eye and no.
Persephone (to Victor): What? I didn't say we should... I just said I wish we could. I mean, how would asking them a simple question affect anything?
Victor (to Persephone): No. Just ask your mom. She's the more talkative of your parents. I'll bet she knows something.
Persephone (to Victor): Fine... You are no fun, at all.
Victor (to Persephone): Don't give me that look. You just want to crossover again. Don't think that I don't know you're using this as an excuse.
Persephone (to Victor): Of course, I want to crossover... and, I know there's a part of you that wants to, too. You can't tell me you don't.
Victor (to Persephone): Of course I do! But...um. We're not supposed to.
Persephone (to Victor): Where's your sense of adventure? I know there's a risk in doing it, but what would you rather do? That I go trudge over to my Ma and ask her to tell me about this clearly sad chapter of your parents life and have her say no or go ask your parents directly while it's still fresh and they're willing to talk about it? Hmmm, how far back can you go? Could you travel to when your mom was a kid?
Victor (to Persephone): I don't know. My folks seem to think I can travel backwards along any point in my own time line. I don't know about before that.
Persephone (to Victor): Oh, well it was just a thought. It would be great if you could. I mean, child Poppy wouldn't be mad at you about time-travel.
Victor (to Persephone): I don't know that I'd want to do that, even if I could. I mean, would you want to see your parents at a time in their life when they were little and unhappy? I don't know...
Persephone (to Victor): No, no... You're right. I'm just curious to know what the big deal is.
Victor (to Persephone): We could just try asking.
Persephone (to Victor): Fine... I'll ask Ma.
Victor (to Persephone): Who knows, we might shock them into answering.
Persephone (to Victor): One can only hope.
