“Oh, you'd be surprised.” Said with not an ounce of disrespect, but Rae herself was constantly surprised with the trouble that babies could get into. “Babies are little mobile machines, Turn your back for half a second and they can destroy your whole world.” She chuckled a little bit.
Rae chuckled at the thought of candy rations. “I think daddy tried that one year. But he ended up eating more of it than me, faster than me, so that experiment didn't last for too long.” She couldn't help but smile sadly at the memory of her father. “Mama was never any good at saying no to me, either, so it never ended up working.” Thinking about the question for a minute, she finally said, “quiet. The place will be awfully quiet tomorrow.”
With a nod, she brushed a hand through her hair. “Still would've been a fun costume, though!” she said excitedly. “Maybe I'll have to arrange a costume party in the spring or summer. Although by then I won't be this bulbous, so... I guess the sunshine costume's a little out of the question for then.” She shrugged. “Oh well. I can probably come up with something better by then.”
Did they? “I think everyone's a little crazy nowadays, though.” She hadn't heard anyone saying that he was particularly crazy, but she supposed that maybe that was because she never really talked about him too much. The talk of hipsters made her laugh again. “I know of one or two hipsters and I think they make themselves uncomfortable on purpose so that they always look snobbish and unapproachable like they do.” She winked and then shrugged. “Still, they look good on you,” she added.
She shrugged. “Well I don't know. They have those sack thingies that they used put on ladies on TV... but we don't actually have any of those around here, so I guess I just shot that suggestion right in the foot, didn't I? It's hardly a basketball. Or if it is, it moves way more than a basketball should.” She looked at her tummy. The mention of Taisce made her smile a little, as much as she missed her friend sometimes. “Doesn't really matter, I guess, since I benefit from it. Even if I'm not wearing it right now...” she mused. A part of her always wondered how she'd look with brown hair, though.
“She was a part of the cult who killed my father.” Rae said it with grim seriousness. “They used to dress in drag, and killed forty-two people on Liberty without even caring who they were.”
Somewhere else. Rae nodded. “I'd probably just be in my room. Getting ready to sleep.” Or crying. Missing Elliot. But she'd never say that part aloud. “But instead we're here,” she smiled weakly at him. “Not a bad place to be, all things considered. And the company's not that bad.” She smirked.