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[ of course, as it turns out, the one thing that she's forgotten to mention to lyssa was the fact that she didn't really have a convenient method of transportation. all she'd asked for the location & time, thinking that would have been enough. of course it hadn't been.

... oh well.

hooking her small messenger bag-slash-purse on her shoulder, she bids her dad goodbye after reassuring him that she'll be back by ten (yes, yes, don't worry, just the mall--). & promptly feels glad that she left two hours before the time she's supposed to meet lyssa 'cause she just missed the bus & the next one won't be arriving for another half-hour. she settles down, pews & waits. long story short (after she subtracts the bus ride & all the weird things her hair is doing in the humidity), she manages to get to the mall in once piece: none of her organs are missing, her dress isn't ripped up, & no one had shoved her head down a toilet. day's pretty good so far (where's wood to knock on when she needed some?). 'cept the fact that she's probably a few minutes late, but--

... oh well.

she'll apologize to lyssa as soon as she can find him. ]

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I think City Survival 101 said to call 911 if you wake up in ice too.

I think that would depend if you're actually covered in ice from head-to-toe or just laying there in ice. You wouldn't be able to call if you're covered in it, right?

Or if you're actually in it. . . [ please hold as a full-length motion picture of said scenario runs through her head. ]

Like an entire block of ice...?

Titanic!

Hey, that would've been a cool prom theme. Going on a boat with your date... why didn't I think of that?

There's Halloween. Do you want the boat or the iceberg? [ maybe it's best that lyssa is the boat? the boat needs to split in two, right? means the costume needs to fall off somewhat? ]

The boat! That way I can make a big show out of breaking the costume in half. [ pauses, looking elsewhere in thought. ] I wonder how long that would take to design.

You'd have enough time.

[ if he started now. ]

Then I guess we already have our Halloween outfits chosen... Hey, I wonder if I can convince Michael to come as a robot!

[ that would be wonderful, wow! ]

Please?

I'm sure he'll say "yes" if I keep pestering him every day.

[ maybe... but that thought is cut short when they receive their bubble tea finally, reaching out to take them both so he can hand amanda hers. ]

Thanks. [ sluuuurp goes her first ~~inhale~~ sip. looks pleased enough by the taste that her shoulders sag in relaxation.

while chewing around the tapioca: ]

S'good. How's yours?

[ begins their walk again as he sips at his. chew chew... after swallowing: ]

A little strong, but not too bad.

Give it time. It'll wiggle into your heart.

Just like you have?

[ aw.

... aww. lyssa is so nice... ]

Just like random treasure into my hair, yes.

[ gently ruffle/strokes her hair, sipping away at his drink. ]

Find anything good in there lately?

[ not really... though what she wanted to find was-- ] My dreidel.

[ the hand that's messing with her hair slips to her shoulder again, head tilted slightly. ]

You lost it?

It misplaced itself. [ it does that sometimes. it was a moody thing. ]

Maybe you should keep it on a leash from now on.

I couldn't do that to my dreidel. We're friends, not master and pet.

You can call it a 'friendship chain' instead!

[ that's... a good idea. ]

Made out of beads?