“My ego is inflatable like a bouncy castle.”
Mary’s lips part, but no sound comes out. Instead, she presses them together into a thin line - all while eyeing the much-taller traveller.
Her brows furrow as she grows ever-curious, but remains almost hesitant to ask the question─given how it sounds in her mind ( it’s bad ). It certainly wouldn’t be polite in the slightest, and gods, they already don’t have the smoothest history.
Just as she recalls a young kid with needlessly huge arms trying to wreck the place, she’s sure he also recalls her own hiccups in youth…
The two seem to have a non-verbal agreement that at this point in their lives, they are different people, and as such, will maintain a mutual respect.
❝S-so…❞ She puffs a cheek, very visibly putting thought into how she was going to word this. ❝You’re insinuating that it can just sorta─❞ The time-witch gestures with a single stabbing-motion. ❝Pop? Real easy? Like a bouncy-castle?❞
She folds her arms, cackling fiendishly. ❝You walked into that one. Riku. You walked into it. Oh, sweetheart, don’t go around telling people that! Never expose your weaknesses! I tell you kids all the time!❞
Ah, yes─they, children! Meanwhile, she’s the one who is almost two centuries younger than they all are.
Though they’d never know it.