2016, huh? "Whippersnapper," she says, gently bumping his shoulder. Truth be told she had not even expected to see another day, let alone see another day over thirty years later and on a different world. Some part of her is just glad to be here, and alive, and away from Sherwood and everything that happened there, the rest—well, the jury's still out.
She does, however, wrinkle her nose. "The cafeteria slop's still the same old shit," she says, with a hint of disdain in her voice. "You'd have expected there to be an improvement in taste over almost three decades, but it still tastes like they scooped it out of the dumpster and into a pan." Of all the things to stay constant, it just had to be that one. It's honestly annoying.
And a weirdly comforting constant, to boot.
"And I guess there's all those superheroes around too," she adds, as an afterthought.
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She does, however, wrinkle her nose. "The cafeteria slop's still the same old shit," she says, with a hint of disdain in her voice. "You'd have expected there to be an improvement in taste over almost three decades, but it still tastes like they scooped it out of the dumpster and into a pan." Of all the things to stay constant, it just had to be that one. It's honestly annoying.
And a weirdly comforting constant, to boot.
"And I guess there's all those superheroes around too," she adds, as an afterthought.