Miff. Distinct lack of biscuit. At least trying is being somewhat amusing.

"I meant this place, my... Hallway. The dreamshaper dimensions. Do I have to worry about people showing up?"

Biscuuuuit...

"Oh, only if the portals are open. It is important to set up portals with unlikely keys or make them out of the way if you want to keep your dimension a secret."

Nodding. "Then, what do you do with these pockets? Are they only private hideaways, or can you do things with them? Perhaps make a tea biscuit?"

"Also, then, Is a matter of how you... Appeared in this city?"

"You can use them for basically anything one could use space? They often have magical things, but are constrained to their own specific often arbitrary rules. If I fell asleep and started creating things now, I could create a house sized pile of tea biscuits, but wouldn't be able to create a light bulb."

"And... I don't know how, I was snatched by some weird energy and suddenly I was above this city."

He looks deflated explaining this.

Subtle insertion not understood so no biscuit obtained, but...

"So, you have no way back." Vienne stands up for emphasis, leaning forward slightly with her hands on the table. "Then it's my job to find you a way back, to pay for becoming a dreamshaper." She smiles. "And take care of all the media, whilst you teach me. Simple!"

"What?"

Her smile fades. "What? I thought I was pretty clear."

Vienne sits back down. "If you have no way back, and somehow you showing up here made me a dreamshaper, it's only fair that I have to get you back to your Earth. In the meantime, we help each other out."

Felix shakes minutely his head. "No," he says softly.

"I mean, helping each other out is great. But... I don't think finding a way back is going to be easy, my situation is... complicated."

Hard stare. "...So?"

"So... there is no reason to set you on a pointless task? Also, you really shouldn't feel in debt because of the dreamshaping."

"Feeling debt or not, I do want to help... Do you think that with what happened yesterday, people flocking around you, that having someone around to help would be worse?"

Pause. "Are you going to leave me here and head back yourself?"

Felix blinks at the last sentence.

"Oh, sorry for not being clear. I do accept your offer for help with those things. I just don't think you can help getting me back and, forgive me to ask, but do you have... somewhere to return?"

Vienne stares at him for a moment, deciding how to respond. A straight answer seems to be the best. "I don't have anywhere. You met me dreaming of what was my 'childhood home', and I came to meet you here from a nondescript hotel." Not counting the breakfast place.

Sip of tea. "I'm not broken up about it, feel free to ask."

"That was your childhood home? Do you need a hug? Why? Do you need a place to stay?"

"Yes, no, bastards, and... I might have just gotten my own dimension to stay in? I mean, I would have said 'yes' a day ago."

"Bastards? ...Do you want to talk about it? I can just shut up on the subject. Your dimension might not be safe to stay, you will figure that out the next time you sleep. The offer is open either way."

"I said I'm not broken up about it." Sip. Yes, she's using it to give herself moments to think. Just like the narration is using pointing out that fact to keep writing more in some attempt at comedy. At least I find it funny. "I'd like to stay here tonight at least then."

"So well, I'm... Well... Seven hundred ways to kill someone with your bare hands is an understatement to what I was taught, and..." She stares into her teacup, fairly empty by now. "Hard to politely say that I was a child-assassin." Her eyes look up at Felix. "I don't mean you any harm or anything."

"I am so sorry. Are you sure you don't need a hug... Okay, maybe it is one of those things. Well, my offer of hospitality still stands. Are the bastards still out there? There ought to be a way to stop them."

Note how he is completely unafraid of the fact she is a child-assassin, how peculiar.

Small sigh of relief, and a small smile that everything is going alright. "Well, yes. They're still out there somewhere. Haven't gotten any surprise wake ups for awhile, but they won't stop that easily. Was a bit worried you were with them for awhile."

"That is horrible... How extensive of a group are they? ...Regardless it might be a good idea to move to another city. I can expand my dimension and build a train to go there."

Headtilt. "Expand and build a train? Does walking in here relate to moving back on Earth?... Is my dimension sitting next to yours in some sort of... Quantum... Dimensional..." She sighs, then starts aimlessly using a finger to rotate her teacup on it's saucer.

"Yes. I am sorry if I am explaining this out of order, back on my Earth people learn this during early childhood. But the dimensions are sitting next to each other."

Spin spin goes the teacup. "That's fine. Can't say you won't forget tiny things because you never think of it anymore... I don't mind!"

Spin spin. "I can think of a crazy amount of things to do with a private travel dimension, especially if it doesn't have to have oceans in the way..."

"It is slightly easier if I copy the terrain, but I am not limited by cost, if I wanted to create a bridge that crosses the atlantic I totally could. I could even cover the entire thing in gold and jewels if I felt like it."

Spin spin. "No wonder you want to keep it under check. If you can just create that, well, can you bring stuff out? That'd break everything."