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Rose needed reassurance most of all. That no, she wasn't going mad and yes, many people had the same powers as she had. That they were nothing to be afraid of. Not embraced, not exactly, but accepted as much as part of herself as her curly red hair.

She'd had no real hope on Earth, not until Jack Dawson had entered her life.

I know. But I wanted to say it, just the same.

The birth of relationships was also terribly important to Rose. She'd gone from having only one real relationship where someone cared about her and her feelings to having several. It seemed impossible and wonderful at the same time and Rose was reluctant to call attention to it for fear that the--the beings who ruled this world would destroy them for fun. Well, she wouldn't allow it. As much as she could, at least.

And Rose returned the hug, tears welling in her eyes. She felt hope again. Hope for herself and her future, hope for herself and her friends, hope that this place, as strange and capricious as it could be would be better than remaining the arm candy of Cal.

"N--nonsense. I'm the one who was in trouble and you saved me. Therefore, I should pick up the bill for us both."

Yay, scones!

They were going to be useful, Luz thought that much, in Rose's case. She had a very good head on her shoulders, and she just wanted the chance to use her magic correctly, preferably to no one else's detriment.

Luz was sure that could be managed!

Well, I appreciate it. I'm sure we'll learn a lot from each other!

Luz was making a lot of friendships here, and they all reminded her why she chose to come here in the first place. She couldn't just say goodby and go back: these people from Deerington meant a lot, and she hoped she would be happy in this world for right now.

Even if it did mean she was somehow a squid person.

She certainly shared Rose's trepidation about the Pthumerians, and hoped they had the best intentions for everyone. That didn't mean she wouldn't try to help others in her own way, with her own strengths.

The hug was sincere too: Luz was glad that someone as smart and as imbued with confidence as Rose would find a good life for herself here too. She wouldn't be limited to just being some rich man's arm candy. She could have her own life!

"I mean. I just thought I might have more to trade, and that way we could get more, if you wanted."

Maybe some beverages with it too!

The last thing she'd want is to use her powers against someone else. Granted, it seemed as though what she did have was best for defense, but she'd gotten entirely too annoyed with those who had her "best interests" in mind interfering with her life.

I'm sure we will, too.

Rose wasn't entirely sure she wanted to go back. Here, her lack of cash was no real problem and she could spend her days in lectures or in the archives, studying to her heart's content. Now all she needed to do was befriend one of the horses so she could (in theory) ride it in the surf. She thought that Jack would be happy she was happy here.

Thank God she'd never liked calimari. Yechh!

As long as they were using their powers for...not for good, not exactly, but limiting their interference in everyone's lives except for the occasional bit of nonsense, it was somehow all right. But Rose wanted to help people, too. She knew that other than her Paleblood powers and rudimentary mmartial arts, she was relatively helpless. That didn't mean she didn't want to try.

She could! And again, it make her reluctant to leave. There were so many kind people here, she wanted to enjoy her time with them as much as possible.

"All right, that sounds like a plan. So, shall we?"

One of Dean's beers would be nice.

Luz had no doubt that Rose was going to be careful with her powers once she started to gain an idea on how to use it. After all, she was pretty sure that there were going to be reasons for her to need it when Trench started messing with them, as it tended to do.

That would be all the better too though. There was too much that you could get caught up in when it came to thinking about your own world and everything that was needed to make you seem like a functioning person. Personally, Luz had not been able to match the way the world needed her to be, and she wound up stumbling into the demon realm at a time she truly needed it.

To each their own, Rose. Luz happened to like calamari...as well as way more squirmy things one had to eat in the Boiling Isles.

Oh, and Luz knew a thing or two about being helpless, thanks to Deerington and her first time at the Boiling Isles. She'd had Eda looking after her in the isles, but in Deerington, she'd had a few friends looking after her to help that made things so much easier, so she didn't absolutely lose it afterward.

Yes, that was a thing. She'd seen it with other people.

"We shall! You can pick the place!"

The butterflies seemed almost too easy in retrospect. There had to be at least one additional catch somewhere along the line. Maybe it was the thing where they seemed to eat hope, though that sounded like a terribly odd thing to her. Unless their own minds were open to them, no matter what?

She's doing her best to adapt to life as a normal young woman here in Trench. Snow White had taught her how to cook so at least now she didn't scald canned soup. She'd even let herself buy a salmon fillet and did her best to cook it on the stove. It was awfully plain because she didn't have the spices necessary to make it good, but at least it worked? But the very notion of a demon realm sounded horrifying.

Nope, no way, she'd eaten it a time or two as tapas because Cal liked it, but it always seemed like chewing on rubber bands to her.

And she could count on Rose being one of those friends. No way would Luz come to any real harm if Rose had anything to say about it. And she was going to do her best to make sure she did have a say.

Here, she could wear pants. Not just pants, jeans, unthinkable back home. And the people here seemed far less interested in their stations as much as what it was they could do.

"Let's go to Rocky's. I wasn't sure what I thought about IPAs at first, but I decided I liked them. Then arcade games until closing time."

Luz was just happy to get her out of that trap. She'd had far too many situations where she found herself losing hope, and for someone who tried to stay energetic and peppy, that was saying something. Still, she'd learned enough to steer clear of any Trench attacks once she had it happen to her, so that would go double for a friend she saw experiencing the same thing.

As for salmon, Luz would definitely know how to get down on that. She'd cooked fish so much at this point she could practically do it in her sleep. Deboning and descaling were still her least favorite part though.

Frying things almost always made them better.

Rose could certainly wear pants if she liked! Luz would stick with her leggings (weather permitting) and shorts, but she liked the freedom of choosing whatever she wanted to do if she so pleased.

"Ooh, speaking my language! Lead the way, m'lady."

Hope was vitally important to Rose. She'd lost it once, as she'd boarded the Titanic, bound for New York, then to Philadelphia for the Engagement Gala, but Jack had saved her in every possible way. Now she didn't know what she'd do without hope, that maybe if all else failed, she could build a happy life here.

She'd appreciate any and all help. And she may have turned in a particularly interesting piece of driftwood in addition to the usual trade in exchange for having the fish deboned and descaled for her.

As she'd realized after dropping a banana in pan she'd used to make "made from scratch taste!" pancakes. And could report back that the the pancake mix did not/i> taste like they'd been made from scratch. But the fried banana was a pleasant surprise?

Jeans were nice. Maybe she'd even try on the overalls and keep them for nice weather. Or a medium-length dress? Or a short dress? And doing what she pleased was a pleasant reality.

"I will! On to--well, not adventure, but to fun," Rose said, grinning at Luz.

Luz hoped this place would at least be a better alternative to Rose than what she had back in her world, which was pretty much just Earth but in the early twentieth century where woman had less and were still expected to act as little more than pretty dolls. Rose at least had more to explore and see what she liked and what didn't.

Luz would happily help Rose out with anything that she could manage, including the grossness of taking care of fresh fish.

Oh, Luz could tell Rose LOTS about the wonders of fried bananas. Maduros and Tostones were a perfect accompaniment to an entree, or even as a snack!

Clothes were another one of those great options she had access to now!

"Let the fun commence!"

That's what she'd said to Jack before. That she already had enough pictures of her looking like a porcelain doll. She wanted something visceral, something real (and if it also let her get one over on Cal, so much the better) and Jack had obliged. She honestly wondered why the sketch of her hadn't arrived somehow but hoped that meant that Jack was on his way.

That would be appreciated. Raw food was a little disgusting.

She'd love to learn about them. Cooking was something that was always a bit of a chore, but to have tasty things involving fried bananas would help!

And she was glad of it. She vaguely wondered what Cal's reaction to her in a pair of jeans would be since back in her time, they were only worn by workers.

"Food, too, I feel like I could eat an entire order of mozzarella sticks!"

Luz hoped whatever Rose was looking for, she'd find it soon enough. She certainly deserved it.

Well. There was something to be said for sushi.

Luz had been taught the opposite with her mom. Food may have been a pain, but the payoff was always worth it.

"Heh, I hear you! Man, I miss those! Still, it helps to fuel up with whatever you can!"

Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack. But perhaps she was asking too much, to be reunited with the love of her life.

...okay, sushi was an exception. But none of the kind with fake crab meat, she'd bought that once and was horrified.

A motto she should try to adopt, should the opportunity to bring it up come about.

"Oooh, you haven't seen? Dean's bar and arcade has them. How else could I get hooked? Now. Along with us!"

Luz could hear whispers of that guy, Jack, but she hadn't heard Rose mention him yet so she let that be for right now.

Fake crab meat was just an enemy to real crab meat.

"Oh, I know they're there! It's just...they're dairy, which I can't touch. I used to love them though!

Right, onward!"

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salmon is the best fish btw

and now I want some. also, wrap here?

Indeed! Let's get together again soon!

Preferably before the premonition of death, otherwise she'd want to just. sit there.

Oh yeah! If no one hits it, would you mind if I hit your last prompt?

Go for it! And, when do you want the premonition had?

Will do! I think toward the end of the month. Think that's when X will attack.