It's not often that the both of them are completely out of clean laundry, but the fact is that on this occasion they were both extremely busy at the same time and it didn't click that the other one wasn't doing laundry either until both their closets were bare. Aaaaaaand it's almost two in the morning.
And this is what leads to a pair of twins hauling an enormous laundry bag to an all-night laundry in the wee hours of the night.
“With the thingy still attached to me I couldn’t, like, get out of the courtyard? Dunno about Lizzie, I was kinda in my own head a lot.”
"Not much. With no memories I didn't really have any intrinsic motivation to do anything other than just sit there listening to him and looking at the green light."
"Okay. Time for a more thorough approach, then. Let's not split up, better safe than swift."
“Yeah, if we’re in a horror novel we can maybe skip the step where we’re really dumb and end up getting picked off one by one? Obvious first place to look around is -“ he points at the door with a frosted glass window “- there.”
And Lizzie brings up the rear.
As Edie reaches the glass door, Lizzie peers off to the side, through the gates, and comments, "Well, at least we're probably not going to starve."
Zeke peers in the same direction.
“I haven’t, like, actually noticed getting hungry? And normally I kinda eat a ton.”
"It would appear so. I think I saw the words 'Astre Sucre' on one of the smokestacks, maybe this is supposed to be a sugar factory and those are sugar beets."
“Am I missing some kinda deep metaphor for the human condition, here, or is that really random and weird?”
"It's kinda really random and weird but I just lost a lot of blood and sugar beets sound like the next best thing to juice and cookies right now."
“Should you be worried about, like, not accepting food and drink from the fae, or something, so far things seem pretty science fiction-y but I’m a little unclear on our genre. Also I can help lift you over the gate.”
"I would love your help. You have a point about the fae thing but I think if we start ascribing this thing powers based on pure speculation we'll go nuts, and blood loss is a danger that definitely exists."
“Kay kay! Do you have, like, solid enough core strength that I could lift you up by your ankles, or do you wanna get on my shoulders?”
"...I normally have the core strength but I'm not sure how blood loss affects it and I do not super want to risk passing out unnecessarily while being held up by the ankles."
“That’s one of the most valid preferences I’ve ever heard, honestly. I can, like, squat down, you can climb on my back and I can help lift you up from there, we’re good? - do you, like, have a plan for getting back on this side of the fence afterwards.”
Lizzie pushes on the gate experimentally. It swings open smoothly. "Or that."
“In my defense, nothing else about this situation has been super convenient? - let’s eat beets, then, I guess.”
"There's the scarf? That's pretty convenient. And the concerning sharp thing being able to cut the wire, that was good."
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