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[ He's just sort of obligated to defend Quentin a little bit. Josh is on his own. Eliot raises his eyebrows at her. ]

I want ice cream because we're here and this place is a shithole. Might as well enjoy something while I'm here.

[ He's getting Margo a cone with rocky road. Deal with it. Ice creams in hand, he sits himself at one of the tables. ]

You're moving in with us, right? There's not really enough bedrooms but I'd share mine with you.

[ Margo is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, still fresh off of being new here. She's ready to fight this shit because it can't be real, right? It has to be some piece of crap magic. She swears to gods though, if the Sandman is real...

She accepts the cone and sits with him though.]

Moving in where, exactly?

Josh has a house here. It’s actually surprisingly charming, which isn’t what I expected from Josh. But life’s full of surprises.

[ He finds a big chunk of cookie dough in his ice cream, chewing it while he keeps talking. ]

It’s probably better you move in.

[ Her eyebrow perks at that.] Hoberman has a "charming" house? [ Actually, it's not that surprising. He's the type to have a "humble abode" with a garden for all his drugs.] It makes sense, actually.

Why is it better that I move in? Will we be sharing bunk beds?

[ Don’t make him actually show he cares, Margo. You know he hates that. ]

Because last month I was being hunted by a monster clown and if I had been on my own I’d probably be dead. If you decided to live somewhere else and something happened -

[ Eliot catches some dripping ice cream before it splats on his hand, readjusting the napkin around his cone. ]

No bunks. If you want your own room I can bully Quentin into sharing his with me.

[ If he didn't sound so traumatized describing it, she would have questioned him further or laughed about it. But even in his attempt to play it cool, she can see right through him more than anyone.]

Or do you just want to share with Quentin anyway?

Obviously. But according to him, he likes me “like that but this place is crazy.”

[ It’s fine. Eliot’s used to this shit happening to him, and he’s here to enjoy his ice cream. Thank you very much. ]

And if you weren’t convinced this place is warped, they made me the high school guidance counsellor.

What the fuck does that even mean? [ ALL THE SCOFFS. after she has one lick of ice cream, she's more focused on gossip right now.]

You're kidding...

I don’t know what it means. I killed my previous boyfriend so I think my relationship expertise is lacking.

[ God, it feels good to just sit here and talk like this. He appreciates that he and Margo can fall into things as easily as if nothing ever got in the way. ]

I’m not kidding. I’m in charge of advising the youth of Deerington. Who the fuck decided that was a good idea? I’d quit but I also have zero job skills and I need the money. [ A pause. ] This is my first job.

[ Holy shit. ]

You didn't ask him what it means? [ she's going to have to talk to q about being a total sack. ]

Jesus, are you just buying them cigarettes and throwing condoms at every problem?

I told him it was fine. We’ll just do what we always do.

[ Eliot shrugs. ]

Yeah, that’s pretty much the plan when school starts again. What more do teenagers need, honestly.

Is it fine? [ because it doesn't seem fine and she's already annoyed enough as it is without her best friend being all heartbroken or something.

she looks around, feeling exhausted suddenly.] Is it summer?

It’s fine.

[ Look how fine it is as he demolishes the first scoop of his double scoop cone. He glances out at the permanent twilight, and feels a bit exhausted, too. ]

Yeah. We just celebrated the fourth of July. No clue if it actually is.

[ she gives him a look that tells him how much she thinks he's full of shit before moving on.]

Then what's with the-- [ she waves her hand around to indicate the weird atmosphere.]

Not a fucking clue. I think something major is coming. The cryptic message said something about the great sleep. Maybe I'll finally get to live out a Disney princess fantasy and be a real life Snow White.

[ He sighs wistfully. Mostly, though, he's joking. ]

The "great sleep"? [ She looks a bit more alarmed.] That sounds like Nazi murder shit, El.

It sure does, Bambi.

[ Suddenly, he doesn't want the rest of his ice cream. He looks at it woefully before admitting defeat and getting up to chuck it in the trash can. ]

It sure fucking does.

[ she tosses her own ice cream because she isn't really in the mood for it either.]

Is this that kind of place? Is it run some kind of Voldemort asshole? [ meaning some kind of genocidal magician.]

Could be. It's all very mysterious.

[ At least she humoured him with the ice cream. Eliot takes her hand, so they can walk back towards the house. ]

I hope Quentin found the bunny.

You are way too chill about this.

[ She looks at him, clearly annoyed.]

I was surprised the bunny would go since I didn't know if you were here.

I've been here a month, Margo, I don't really know what else to be at this point.

[ Eliot's not good at the problem solving thing. Leave that to Margo and Quentin and everyone else in the group. He's just pretty sure that if other magic users have been trying for more than a year to no avail, then they're not going anywhere. Might as well get cozy. ]

And it's really nice to not be trapped in my head because a monster invaded my body.

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