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@@ -267,4 +267,18 @@ They laugh. "Just like that, yes. Hold My Name Beneath Your Tongue And Know of t
 
 Caught. I panic.
 
-She rests a hand gently on my elbow and tuts. "Hey, hush. It is okay."
+She rests a hand gently on my elbow and tuts. "Hey, hush. It is okay. You take inspiration where you can, yes?" she says, laughing. "Besides, I am not going to complain. She is pretty."
+
+"Thanks," I stammer, unsure of how to proceed. "You are too, I guess."
+
+"'You guess'?" she smirks. "No, no, I get what you mean. In All Ways said I should be on the lookout for a trans girl, about our age, real frumpcore vibe. I got some of that, did I not? Besides, we usually share an aesthetic, I am just dressed down today."
+
+"What, the skirts and all?"
+
+She nods, tilts her head, and, with a quiet rustle, her clothes shift from what she had been wearing to a navy blue tiered skirt and almost-matching splotchy blue blouse. "Of course."
+
+I grin, making a show of looking her up and down. "Definitely pretty, then," I say. I ought to kick myself for flirting, but I'll take what I can get.
+
+Laughing, she gives a hint of a curtsey. "So, Rena, yes? She/her, yes? Tell me who you are. Tell me what you dream of. Tell me why you are here."
+
+It takes