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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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"He'd probably be helpful," Eden agrees.

"So, you're a superhero, huh?"

Steph hesitates, but honesty wins out, and she admits "Well... I'm a superhero in training. Or I used to be, before getting stolen by Eden. Um, the world, not the you."

Eden raises an eyebrow. "If you take on Mothman while you're just in training, what're you expected to do when you're a fully-fledged superhero?"

"Well, uh." Steph laughs, and confides "I ... maybe sort of wasn't exactly supposed to take on Mothman. But I was there, and nobody else was close, what else was I gonna do?"

"What you had to," Eden finishes, smiling in a bewildered sort of amusement. (Still a little bit stuck on the 'fighting Mothman' side of the story.)

She sobers, just a bit, to say, "That's very admirable. I'd never do something like that."

"I just like the rush mostly," Steph confesses, grinning at her. "The adrenaline too, but it's totally a high saving people's lives."

Eden can understand the lure of highs, though none of hers involved saving people.

Her smile is bright and knowing when she says: "Mmm, I bet. You're talking to a girl who flunked her first year of college because she went clubbing too much."

And drinking and drugging and sexing and stealing. But Steph is young and innocent and will not be subjected to tales of Eden's sordid past.

Well, fairly innocent, anyway. Although certainly not by any old-fashioned definition.

Or most modern ideas.

She laughs. "Hey, I can't talk. Technically, I dropped out of high school at sixteen, what with being sucked into another world and all."

She looks thoughtful for a moment.

"If this is my world, though, I think my sudden disappearing a year ago is probably the least of its worries."

Eden chuckles. "I think being sucked into another world a valid excuse for academic failure. Better than shakin' it for some hot guy to the tune Gwen Stefani's Holla Back Girl."

"Yes," Steph agrees, and gives her a mischievous grin. "Not that I didn't shake, it's just I didn't get busted."

Her face falls a little, though.

"Did end up repeating a year, but ehhh. That happens when you miss three quarters of it."

Eden frowns a bit at the face-falling. Fortunately, she story she cooked up on the fly lets her add, "I did too. I had to take a year off to work and get enough money to give it another try. It was rough - particularly for my own self-image, you know?"

"I totally hear you." Steph grins at her. "Man, if I hadn't had good friends, I would have been the most miserable kid."

She's tossing up whether to tell Eden or not. It's ... She never even told Sokka, and not even Cass knew back home. But Eden would probably understand. She's nice.

"Got back eventually, though. Did you?"

Eden brightens in sympathetic happiness at the news of Steph's good friends. She's long past feeling wistful for her lack of them at Step's age. (Most of the time.)

"Four years," Eden says proudly. "Is it wrong that I want to wave my English B.A. around? It's probably wrong."

"Yeah, definitely wrong," Steph says, laughing. "Makes you a terrible person, obviously."

"I'm a stinkah." Because who doesn't love a random Bugs Bunny reference?

Steph giggles. "Shocking, really."

Eden has run out of pop culture references! (For now.) So now she has to make actual conversation.

"So, met a lot of the people here?"

"I've been keeping to myself a bit," Steph admits, "but mostly because I don't want to accidentally trip anyone up. But I at least know most people's names and stuff. Hopefully I'll get to come back after Gotham and meet people properly."

"Been kind of doing the same," Eden comments. "Talked to Shay - who apparently brought in the ship - once or twice, but mostly I've been hanging out with Clark and Anna. Clark's really grounding, you know? Good guy to talk to. And Anna," Eden's smile gets beamier, "she's a sweetie pie. And knows her classic rock." Thus, much approval!

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