"- unless you think Liz has a week of precog range or that I'm refreshing your memory many times a day we could, like, schedule some eidetic-ings a ways out, except then somebody would have to delete something so you could tell the difference -"

"I think she could fake an eidetic-ing by just giving back the memories she took."

"I guess I don't know how that feels. I was imagining getting an eidetic memory would be distinctive but I've only experienced it the once, maybe it's less novel after that."

"Going from no eidetic memory to an eidetic memory's very distinctive, but when I've already got one and all it's doing is putting back specific stuff that got erased and replaced -"

Nod. "And it seems unlikely that anyone's specifically picked up 'remove eidetic memory' because that would normally be a huge waste of time. I could do it if it'd help but it seems a little unlikely to be the lowest hanging fruit."

"It's fine."

No it fucking isn't.

Isabella eats her sandwich. Mm. Bean sprouts.

She eats too. She watches Isabella's feet with great interest.

...does she have something on her shoes -?

She doesn't have anything on her shoes.

Does she even wanna know. She doesn't know if she wants to know, that's kind of a recurring theme.

She doesn't volunteer an explanation. 

Not asking is really hard.

"Do my socks not match my outfit or what."

"- sorry, do you want me to do something different -"

"It's okay, I just don't know why you're doing this in the first place."

"Varies, obviously, it'd be too easy if it didn't, but sometimes you-or-miscellaneous-things-wearing-your-face much prefer I not meet your eyes -"

"Oh. Uh, not this time, but - you don't have to -"

"Yes, yes, I know, you put a lot of work into the 'you're really out' thing this time and you're not going to throw it away within a month even if I'm very disobedient - I don't care about any of this -"

"Okay."

"I can pretend if you want."

"I should've asked in precog, I just wanted to know what was so interesting about my feet, don't have to actually pester you for that."

"Do you want me to pretend?"

Headshake.

She finishes her sandwich. She doesn't move.

"Alex is going to be here tomorrow."

"Oh good."

"Yeah. He will make inappropriate jokes and - look after me, so, you know, whatever probability you're assigning that I'm real, I'll be okay."