Curiosity killed the Outlander

JEREMY I picked up a bar tab and drank myself stupid; I flirted with strangers just to feel attractive In Jeremy's experience young girls usually had their pick of desperate boys to pick from, but he supposed if there was a smaller population here, there might be less of that. He had absolutely no place giving any advice to a teenager about relationships, so he just tried to smile encouragingly and left it at: "Well, don't rush into it. That's no way to start things." She was doing something with some fabrics, but he couldn't quite tell what. Probably some baby clothes? Perhaps an outfit for herself. The sewing reminded him of evenings sat at home with Diana, which threatened to bring the panic brimming just under his surface back, so he pulled his eyes away. "Uuh...no. It's where you go for medicines if you're sick, and they get something together for you. She was an assistant helping them label stuff. Alchemists aren't re--...they aren't real where I'm from. You mean like, turning shit into gold? That's not real." He took another bite of the muffin then smiled and held it up to indicate it was good. "I'm not too bad with my hands if it comes to it, I guess. Can help with something else. Maybe I need a break from the philosophy. Today I met some rude robot thing that told me I was getting fat."