Re: Mayflowers: Max and Solas
Max almost laughed. She'd grown up military, and she was old enough to out-age everyone she knew save Brandon, and she didn't think nice, teacherly looks were appropriate from someone wearing ears and a bald-head piece. Though it was possible the bald head was real, and people did surgery on their ears to make themselves look like elves...
Ah hah! He was trying to be an elf.
She felt proud of herself for the discovery.
Honestly, the guy seemed harmless enough. Max wasn't great at ignoring the eccentricities, but she was getting better in this city. Lin and his glitter had forced her onto a path of reluctant acceptance that would make her fellow Protestant Republicans sigh, but so what? The world wasn't created by an old guy in the sky, either. She was living in a hotel with Captain America. It was time to reevaluate.
"You come from another world entirely. Comic Book World? Or a console game world? Or some other door?" The fact that the latter was seeming most likely didn't escape her.
"Fenedhis," she repeated; Max liked swear words. "No cars where you're from, Eggy?" She moved further into the shop, in order to spare him the noise if he followed.