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Eden is about to move. She's got her backpack full of stuff - including fresh fruit and a bottle of water she liberated from Lucy's kitchen - and wears her traveling outfit of slim jeans and a fitted T-shirt.

She waits on a lawn chair in front of the Cooper house, reading a book, looking around every few minutes for people she needs to talk to.

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"Hey," says Dreamer softly from a few feet off; in bare feet and bruised hands she looks like nothing more than somebody's abused girlfriend. (Too young for wife.)

"What're you reading?"

"Nightmares and Dreamscapes," Eden says without looking - the name Stephen King is prominently displayed on the cover.

She puts the book down and smiles at Dreamer - then immediately frowns at the bruises.

"Huh."

Dreamer grins shyly.

"Can't remember the last time I had a-- what, these?" Her hands are held up and she grins disarmingly. "C'mon, not you too. I'm just a little careless, is all."

"You have to admit, it's...noticeable," Eden comments.

"Well, yeah. Whatever."

Mildly uncomfortable shrug.

"I'm not used to taking care of myself."

(At this point she's not used to going much longer than a day without renewal.)

"Seems to me you should start." She smiles a bit, hoping that'll take out whatever sting her words might provoke.

"Isn't that even sort of uncomfortable?"

She flexes her hand absently.

"Yeah, it hurts."

Shrug.

"So?"

Eden takes a moment to absorb that.

"I'm really not getting past 'pain is bad'. That's the extent of my thought process, here."

Dreamer shakes her head and grins fondly, leaning over to give Eden a kiss on the cheek.

"Livelings are so cute. I'm a contractor, honey. I'm trained to ignore this shit." One greenish-purpled hand is waved for emphasis. "It's nothing. Honest."

There's a little bit of hair ruffling before Anna pulls away from the kiss.

"Looks pretty gross," Eden can't help but add, gaze darting to the hand then away again. She's very proud of herself for not saying 'fucking'.

"True."

Anna smiles brightly.

"In that case, cherie, I'll be sure to guard myself more carefully in future."

She feels like Ensorra, all dramatic gallantry hiding genuine affection.

"What were you doing, anyway?"

Some part of Eden is telling her to drop the subject. But Eden gets curious about strange things sometime, damnit.

"Honestly I don't know."

Rueful smile.

"I just... livelings notice when they hurt themselves. I don't. Not anymore, anyways."

"You're crazy," Eden says pleasantly.

"And you're alive, but I still l--ike you."

Not many people would notice that quick self-correction. A pause of perhaps a fifth of a second. Like nothing, really.

Did Eden notice? Certainly doesn't look like she does.

"I hope that continues, because I've got a proposition for you. The non-sexy kind, unfortunately," she says, with an easy grin.

"Oh?"

Dreamer looks interested.

"Do tell."

"I'll be moving out to Metropolis soon - the government has some spaces for refugees, and they assigned me an apartment." That's unfortunately all they had time to do in the three and a half hours Eden was there, she feels fortunate she got that much accomplished.

(She's also happy she kept her temper in check and didn't go off and start persuading people to move out.)

"Things are getting a little crowded here, so I figured I'd ask you if you wanted to come with." Eden shrugs, because she's totally cool and this is just an everyday offer and it totally won't offend her if Dreamer doesn't take it!

"Obviously, it depends on your plans."

"I think my plans just developed a definite Metropoliswards direction," says Dreamer, who enjoys blithely creating words on occasion. "Consider me in."

It's only when Eden lets herself fully relaxed that she realized how stressed the offer had made her. Her face brightens to a broad smile.

"Welcome aboard."

Dreamer just grins. "Glad to be aboard," she says, chuckling.

Eden looks sheepish. "FEMA's giving out sleeping bags - we'll have to stop there. The apartment only has one bed. And probably has squatters by now."

Eden always looks on the bright side, you can tell.

"Ask 'em nicely to get the fuck out," Dreamer suggests. "I sure as hell couldn't say no to a face that cute."

Eden's smile twists wryly. "That'd probably work," she agrees.

"Well there y'go then. Problem solved."

Oblivious, cheerful Dreamer.