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[Peter listened, intrigued both because of the subject matter and because of the interest it was obvious she had in it. His brow furrows a little as he nods. It's not something he knows much about beyond what he's learned from sci-fi television and books.]
Like parallel universes created by diverging decisions. You turn left but in another universe you turn right and the events that domino from that create an entirely different, parallel universe. [He purses his lips a moment, considering that.] But that assumes that your behaviors are nature based rather than genetic. Clumsyness is usually a genetic sort of thing. For whatever reason there's not as much coordination going on between your feet and your brain. I guess it could be surmounted through years of ballet started at a young age. Maybe in that universe, your mother took you seriously when you announced you wanted to be a ballerina at the age of three. [Clearly he can ramble with the best of them.]
Right, but somehow I'm not seeing any chain gangs going on around here. No one is digging ditches that people down the line are filling in. [Basically, not the general prison stuff he was expecting.]
Hey. Me too. Like food. I mean--food is good? [ They are wordsmiths. He glances over at the doors, back to Dawn then nods.] Yeah, I'll be quick.
[He grabs a pair of jeans and heads toward the dressing room, snagging a tee shirt and a hoody as he goes.]