After the strange experiment, for lack of a better word, to the arena and now back, Hope really wasn’t completely sure how she should feel or handle everything that had happened. Overall she was just unsure of how she should feel. She wasn’t sure when she reached out to Tilly and Kirk if she should be doing that, but it proved to be the right call.
On her way to get the caramel sauce, she paused a couple of times to respond to Kirk before getting to Tilly’s.
Knocking she turned around to look out waiting for her friend to open the door.
Maybe what her dad had said was right. And that tough situations build incredible friendships. She'd been worried that Hope would just go back to her own life and her own friends after coming back to Atlantis and well, Tilly was still working on making friends. Well, there was Stamets, but he was like a big brother or an uncle or something. But then Hope had reached out and Tilly had jumped at the chance to spend an evening with her. That's what friends did right? And they were friends. Or almost friends. TIlly hoped they were.
She practically bounced towards the door when she heard the knock and flung it open with unnecessary force. "Hope!" she exclaimed joyfully. "Come in!" She threw her arms around hope in a big hug, without asking permission which maybe wasn't the best thing to do, but she was really happy. "Come on in.." she repeated, finally making room for Hope to actually come in. She grinned from ear to ear. "I'm glad you came, because I was being silly and worrying that maybe you were only being nice in the arena because we were stuck there and such and I wanted to hang out with you but I didn't know how to say "hi, we almost died together can we be friends?" so if this is just a pity movie night, can you just wait till later to tell me?"
Hope smiled, wrapping her free arm around Tilly, she really wasn’t used to surprise attack hugs, but she couldn’t be upset about it either, she knew that Tilly really just probably either needed a hug or it was just hugging was normal for her.
Hope headed in and opened her mouth to say something but shut it when she realized she wasn’t going to get a word in edgewise. “Well, some of my best friends I met during ‘are we going to die’ moments, so I guess life and death situations are great places to meet friends.” She offered with a smile holding up the caramel sauce. “Where do you want it?”
"Kitchen? No, living room. No point keeping it in the kitchen when we're just going to eat in the living room anyway," Tilly said, giving Hope a grin and leading the way inside. Although all the apartments were laid out similarly so Hope probably knew her way around. "Good thing, we're not actually dead - unless Atlantis is the afterlife, I think we're okay." She didn't even know if she believed in the afterlife, but then again her time on the Discovery had challenged a lot of her previous views.
She flopped onto the couch, tucking her legs underneath her. "Do you get into those "are we going to die" moments often or something?"
Hope took a step forward, paused, took a step, paused, before heading into the living room and sitting down on the couch with a small laugh. “If this is the afterlife, is it purgatory? Because I’m not sure it be classified as heaven or hell.” She really didn’t know. Hope did believe in the afterlife, to a degree, but it was different for the supernatural.
“Um,” she paused. “I guess I’ve had my fair share of them. My Grandmother tried to have me killed when I was just a baby, so I guess that started me out on a path of life and death situations, what about you?”
"I prefer to believe that we're not dead," Tilly said with a shrug, leaning forward to open the tubs of ice cream and stick spoons in them. Non-replicated food was still novel to her, but Hope's comment stopped her mid scoop.
"Wait, what? Why would your grandma try to have you killed?"
“Me too,” Hope agreed. The idea that they were just wasn’t something she wanted to think about.
Letting out one small laugh she shrugged. “It’s complicated, but she sort of found a way to take over another body and come back from the dead, again, and it was all because she made some bargain with her sister that the firstborn of each of her children would be her sisters.” It sounded so weird saying it out loud.
Tilly tilted her head, twisting a curl around her finger. "So your grandmother had magic too ? Like you? And how could her grandkids be her sisters? Sorry, but I don't understand.."
“Supernatural,” Hope smiled softly. “My grandmother basically created dark magic, well, her sister did too, my father, when I was born, was well over a thousand and they have a way of cheating death.” She shrugged. “But, we are here to watch a movie and clear our heads!”
"Right! Sorry, it's just, realizing you know I don't know all that much about you other than if we're in a life or death situation, I want you on my side." Tilly grinned. "Got any suggestions for movies. The list is practically endless and there's a lot I haven't seen. Nothing too heavy though. Maybe something kind of ridiculous?"
“It’s okay, it’s just my past isn’t filled with light, it’s probably more similar to being here than not, as crazy as that sounds,” Hope didn’t add in the monsters she’d been facing recently back home. “Hmm…” Hope thought for a moment. “How about National Treasure, it has adventure, it’s silly and it is sort of heart warming.”
"Well then, distraction it is!" Tilly said brightly as she scrolled to National Treasure on the screen, skimming the summary before starting the movie. "Should we start with ice cream?" she asked.
“Yes we should,” Hope smiled as she started to help get the ice cream set up.