"I could. I could simply ask him the color of the sky and tell him he's wrong no matter the answer." Surely Robin would know, then, that it was just a need to argue something. "Oh, that's right, you did say that we had passed through the cows at least once." That was something, wasn't it?
"Good point, I wouldn't want an angry mob. Perhaps I'll run it by on the next stop. I haven't been paying attention to my phone much since we got here, so I couldn't expect others to." It had it's touches of excitement. And it was a chance to get out. Even if the pirates stunk to high heaven.
"I suppose you're right. I'll write you a letter, should I remember, and have it tucked away in the vaults of Nottingham Castle. Since it's still there in 2009, it stands to reason it will be there in the year 2000." And with the books about Robin Hood she'd found, it gave hope that there were some constants within the realities. Though that counted on her living past the moments of Guy finding out she was the Night Watchman.