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Dreamer is cleaning bloodstains out of Shay's ~~boat~~ fort.

It's taking a lot longer than she thought.

Certainly long enough that she forgot why she started in the first place, but hey. Not like she has anything better to do.

Slosh. Clank. Scrubscrubscrub. Slosh.

This is oddly restful.

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"Sorry, I'm not the one with the magical flying powers," Eden replies with a grin.

Unlike most of the house, Eden doesn't know about the climbing crates option. Because she, unlike most of the house, isn't sleeping with Shay.

"Hey, do I look like I have magical flying powers to you?"

Not that these things are visible, but. Dreamer shrugs.

"That's what the crates are for."

And there is pointing. Because: crates. Over there. In a stack. For the climbing of.

Eden takes a closer look at the crates - she saw them before, but was too distracted by OOOO, SHIP! to pet them together. Oh. That's what they're for.

She wrinkles her nose.

"I was hoping you had them and you could offer me a lift. I - swear to God - I seriously failed gym class."

Dreamer tries not to laugh.

She doesn't try very successfully, but she does try.

"C'mon, it's not that difficult. Better than how I got up here, anyways."

She doubts somehow that Eden will want to crack four ribs on the railing.

"How'd you get up there?" Eden asks and she walks her way over to the crates.

Eden, it's not an escalator. You have to move and stop staring at the crates dubiously.

"Built myself a little ramp out of shit that was lying around and took a running leap," she says ruefully. "Didn't quite make it up in one piece - busted my ribs on the railing. I don't recommend it."

"Mmmyeah I might have a little difficulty with that," Eden comments. She reaches up to touch one of the crates.

Who knows how many people've had their feet on this thing? She's touching feet. And shoes. Ewwwww.

"You're a fucking wuss," Dreamer comments, grinning lazily. "C'mon, get up here. I could use the company."

"I did mention the failing gym, right?" Eden shoots back.

But, you know, she does start climbing. Slooooowly.

Hey, her power's useful, but it won't save her if she falls to her death.

Dreamer might!

As it is, she just watches.

And when Eden gets in range she'll find herself being given a hand up for the last little bit.

"Thanks!" Eden says, gratefully.

The first thing she does is not look out at the view. The first thing she does is inspect her dress. Maybe it got...crate-gunk on it. Crates have gunk, right? They probably do.

These crates do not have gunk.

And Dreamer... Dreamer's trying not to stare at Eden too obviously. The lack of sunburn has improved her mightily, and considering she started at "damned cute"?

It's a little distracting.

Eden smiles in satisfaction - and notices Dreamer noticing.

"Yeah, this is what I buy when I go into Smallville instead of food. It just fits so well - hard to do with the lack of boobage."

"I appprove," says Dreamer, grinning widely.

Eden beams and twirls, her bronze dress spinning out around her, baring her legs almost to her knees.

"You know, I swore I'd never do belts?" She gestures to the silver one at her hips. "But it's a brave new world. Figured I'd see if I can pull it off."

"You look fucking gorgeous," she responds immediately, beaming.

Because Eden does.

Eden grins.

"I do," she accepts, with a theatrical toss her hair rich brown hair - which would've worked a lot better if she had more of it.

Oh, c'mon. How can Dreamer possibly let that go without giving her a kiss?

Answer: She can't, of course.

Eden gives Anna a quick hug back.

Because she's so over mild panic at physical touching. This is just a friendly girl thing. Girls can kiss each other and lounge on each other and do all those things that deep down inside make Eden horribly uncomfortable.

Stupid to be uncomfortable, right?

Of course it's stupid to be uncomfortable!

Anna's not uncomfortable.

Anna's... the opposite of uncomfortable, really.

"So," Eden says, stepping back from the NOT AT ALL uncomfortable hug, "Should I ask about the amounts of blood that used to be here but now aren't?"

"I dunno. Sea monsters?"

Shrug.

"I just cleaned 'em. Never knew where they came from."

Eden grits her teeth at the mention of sea-monsters, giving brief acknowledging grunt in lieu of more interesting conversation.

To be fair, it's probably true.

But. Dreamer can tell she's done something wrong again.

...Obviously the solution is to get all tactile and give Eden a sympathetic half-hug, right? Right.

Eden returns the hug - which has elements of clinging to it.

"Sorry," Eden replies after a moment. "I just-- sometimes I can handle the post-apocalyptic otherworld craziness. And sometimes it feels like a toothache and a hangover having a grudge match."