"It has never occurred to me to wonder if Bevins run out of air, but I've been sleeping in mine every night for three years, so if it did I'd be in trouble, probably. I guess maybe it helps that I have plants...? I didn't have very many plants to start with, though. Oh! Speaking of which," she pulls a jar out of her pocket. "Would you like some blueberry jam?"

Her eyes sparkle. "Jam!" She takes the jar and holds it aloft. "Jam." She should give her something. She holds out her hand and pulls a chocolate bar from her... Bevin. "Do you like chocolate? I have other snacks if you want."

"I do like chocolate," she says, eyeing the chocolate bar covetously. "...is it stolen, though? You said you stole your clothes..."

"Uh, yeah, I have stolen everything. I don't even think they mind much. When I said this place is uncanny, I meant it. Have you... seen black specters or a big monster of some description?"

"...the only big monster I saw was the aforementioned T-rex, which was not from around here..."

"Right, we need to talk about it later. But the thing is, there are these... specters with eyeless faces that all the girls here just ignore. When something breaks, they fix it, when something goes missing, they replace it. Sometimes they come in these nondescript white delivery trucks, and they always bring everything that might be needed, clothing, food, you name it. As an experiment I took a towel from a dorm room that wasn't in use and then kept an eye on it, I have a power that lets me look through portals without going through. The next day somebody came to replace it, when they hadn't bothered coming when nothing was missing. Like they knew somehow."

"...goodness. Um. I've seen strange figures that people ignore, but I've never gotten up close to one—I knew they looked a little vague, I didn't know they didn't have eyes. That is much spookier than I was imagining them."

"You should be careful, I have also seen a monster covered in tar that almost killed a girl before I took it out. I don't know what it was, or where it came from, but this place is dangerous."

"Concerning... I'll probably be fine, though. Last time I died I just ended up in Arbor, being pitched on the many benefits of becoming a tree."

"Oh, I woke up by a purple fire in the dark rainy place every time that I've died."

"I think it's common for worlds to have immortality powers. I'm glad mine doesn't involve waking up in the rain, but probably you're going to tell me you're glad yours doesn't involve taking a months-long dirt nap."

"Months?" She is taken aback. "It hadn't even occurred to me that it wasn't instant. Hm, do you have a watch, next time I die we should time it. But I don't want to leave you hanging for moths if it works like that." She thinks back. "I think mine works on the scale of hours, actually, given how little things changed in the prison when I died."

"...have you, um, been dying a lot...?"

"Four times. Each in a stupid and embarrassing way."

"Oh. My condolences. ...I'd ask if you want more jam but I've been trading most of mine to Fib, the other Conduit, who lives in a world that runs fifty times faster than this one so I cannot possibly make enough jam to keep up."

"Oh yeah! Food. What I was trying to get at before was that I've been skimming stuff off the top from this world and I'm not sure I've actually inconvenienced anybody by stealing." She looks away. "Maybe I've gotten too comfortable with theft though. When I got here I spent a lot of time very wet and very naked and was desperate enough to steal clothes in the first place and now I might've made a habit of it."

"Maybe I should save some of my jam for you in future. And... maybe I could make you winebark clothes, if you want?"

"Sick leathers, yeah!" She thinks. Do you like fish? I can buy fish in the city world. I want to say legally but..." She thinks about it. "So one of my powers from that place? The parkour power? It, uh, it makes money? So I've been paying with that. I think its legal? I have seen others there make money through cool tricks."

"...how... does parkour... make money...? Like, I assume if people were paying you you wouldn't be so confused about whether it's legal..."

"Ok, so... Wow this is going to sound really dumb." She pauses. "I do a bunch of cool tricks, I land, and then money springs forth ex nihilo from the spot where I landed. The cooler the sequence before I land, the greater the payout."

"I wouldn't say it sounds dumb but it certainly sounds odd. I have no reason to suspect it of being unethical, though. I could try parkour fish."

"I'll make a point of getting you some, I don't have a fridge or anything, do you have a way to store fish?"

"Bevins aren't good at appliances but mine does have an icebox these days."

"Man, mine barely has anything that I haven't put there myself. It has a fountain, a bed and a jar with the blandest cookies ever."

"...I am experiencing the urge to give you a potted plant but I probably should not do that. For one thing I don't have any pots. And if you don't have the garden power for your Bevin, it might have a hard time growing there... maybe one of the metal flowers would be all right...? No, those are pretty fiddly to take care of..."