That's okay, Terry's knows you're not a library and is trying not to be impatient, it's just that more information is a good idea.

This could go on for a while. Quite a while. They're fifty-two cards, some of them have details and intricacies and personalities that could in themselves take an hour to explain.

He does try to head off the really complicated ones in favor of getting at least a tidbit about every card. But it could definitely take until dinnertime, if nothing interrupts.

It will.

And Sadde will somehow completely refrain from pouncing on Terry, no matter what his face says he actually desires, and offer various input.

And then it's six o' clock and Terry's mom yells up, "Almost dinnertime, you two! Sadde, last warning about leftovers!"

"Huh," Terry says, "Time flies when you're having fun."

"That it does. So, uh, guess we'll see each other later? ...I probably can't call you, can I. What's up with that?"

"It's just... They say it's disrespectful to talk to someone without actually being able to see their face. Do you have a computer? We could e-mail instead. Or we could just say we'll meet in the park again, or, hm, I go to-" He names his school.

"That's... a curious way to see it. Anyway, email's good enough, mine's sadde at hotmail dot com."

He writes it down, despite it being easy to remember. "Cool. Mine is millstone-" a string of semi-random numbers- "Also at hotmail. And we should definitely meet tomorrow too. Finding you if a card activates might be... Tricky, though."

"Uh, here's my address," and he writes it down. "Wouldn't you be able to sneak me a call if need be? I guess I should try this meditation thing, too."

"I've been working on convincing them. Not much luck so far, but. Yeah, I could sneak calls, I just would want to save that for actual emergencies."

"Released magical artifacts with powers of doom sounds like an emergency to me."

"Yyyyyep."

...he shakes his head. "Seriously. Magical artifacts of doom."

"We are in a cartoon, it's the only explanation."

"Hopefully not a G-rated one."

...and that's Cereberus' cue to fuck off somewhere.

He looks briefly surprised, then torn. "I'd kiss you some more... But my mom is probably about to come up and drag us both to the dinner table."

"Both? I got the distinct impression she was subtly trying to get me to not have dinner here."

"No, she's probably just - embarrassed that a guest would be eating leftovers. She likes to cook."

"Then I should probably save her some face, and save you some as well," he sighs.

"We can meet up again tomorrow, it's still the weekend." He gives Sadde a quick peck before moving to put the various notebooks and pens away. "Never showed you the science fair project, though."

He brightens up considerably after the quick peck. "Oh noo how terrible an excuse for us to see each other."

Sadde, not having brought anything, wordlessly offers to help with the various notebooks and pens.

It only takes a few seconds, anyway. And then he starts walking downstairs.