no matter how dark the world

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

She turns to him a bit at the mention of TV, eyebrows going up in a clearly confused look. Though he seems to anticipate that (it cannot be the first confused look he’s gotten at the word), and he continues. His description only kind of helps, but of course, she’s grown up with limited communications at all, and what did come in was through a bird or posted on a piece of paper. ”Huh. How did that work?” More importantly, how did they get something like that here?

She’s equally confused by the idea of governments not liking paranormal research, but then again, their lives were basically paranormal. ”Have you found that to be true here? I imagine no one really cares as long as you aren’t picking at their secrets.” That was always the real issue. Whose secret was he really picking at?

She listens as he explains, sort of, though there doesn’t really seem to be a scientific explanation for what she does. She shrugs, the fire going out. ”So, magic,” she says with a teasing grin, as if that explains her point. Maybe it was okay that they didn’t know everything. ”It is handy, regardless of whether we understand it. Did you have gods as we do?”

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden