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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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"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.

"See, this is why I need you around," Eden teases. "Things are just so simple with you. I need that ability to cut to the heart of the matter."

This is, perhaps, Eden telling the truth. Sometimes Eden herself doesn't know.

"Heart of the matter, yeah. That's me."

Dreamer chuckles.

"Ignoring all the complicated shit in favour of the simple solution."

"A simple solution that involves me being pretty - which I also like."

And she smiles in a pretty way.

"You're always pretty," Dreamer counters, smiling back.

"A curse, I tell you, a vile curse."

Chuckle.

"Right, babe. You keep thinkin' that."

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