Re: call: connie/patrick
[She smiles at his speech. Smiles for a long time before she realizes she's not talking.] Oop! I uhm hee- Yeah, you're right. Maybe it's just cool I'm poking that big scary dragon with a stick. Who else is bothering to do that? No one.
[But the stuff about mom takes a lot of Connie's wistfulness away. She goes into figuring things out mode, like there's a chalk board in front of her.] If they knew what it was, there's a good chance they knew mom. Mom's ears- well they weren't normal. I remember touching them as a little kid. Pointy. And then when I asked her why I don't have pointy ears, she'd shush me. So, walking into a crazy theory that's probably true: Mom is likely an elf from ancient times. They probably even recognized you which oh-
[She interrupts herself, surprised at her own desperate question she already knows the answer to:] Did you see her? I guess wouldn't know, huh? [Sort of crying? But trying to play it off:] She's got a stupid pretty face. Like uhm- like that elf [Small sob.] from the Hobbit? I'm sorry I'm having a moment.