Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Look, the town's ability to take something that should have been normal and double it back on itself until it wasn't? Was hammered into Tandy's DNA and a funeral - closed casket - that had kicked off somewhere around second grade. Since then, there hadn't been much that actually truly shocked her. The prison was bad news and the idea of people monitoring people like her - because hey, there was now a people like her to think about - was kind of playing on her mind and all of this was bubbling sub-surface when Holly reminded her of conspiracy theories.
"Yeah. But I also hadn't checked out of the universe for a year back then," she reminded him, and there was a touch of smug, because no one else? Could materially go off-grid. "I don't know. What's the statute of limitations on light knives?" She made it casual and she made it flippant and she didn't sound like she actually meant it at all. "The coffee store clerk probably doesn't like me, I make him decaffeinate all my drinks."
But dogs, and Tandy had wanted one, badly when she'd been small enough she hadn't figured out dogs needed the kind of commitment her mom just wasn't up for. Her mom couldn't feed them, and dogs couldn't live on school lunches and leftovers from a bar her mom occasionally remembered to bring home. "I could be a dog person," she said comfortably, seguing, "But only in my own place." But sigh, and she was kind of dwelling a little, which she hated. "It's kinda work, it's kinda just life. My mom hasn't done anything since I've gone, it looks like. Which is depressing given how many times I've left money in her trailer for her ass."
But logical. Logic could be found in light-knives, and Tandy squared elbows on the counter and looked him back. "I don't know what the string is. They're daggers. Small knives. What do you think logically goes with that?"