"Uh.

"...how did that work out for you?"

I died. And sometime after I died I think I misplaced the box.

"I feel like we are supposed to learn some kind of lesson from this. I have no idea what it is."

"You heard all of that, too?"

- sorry. I told her. I thought we were all, like, having a conversation.

Uh, if it helps enlighten anything, I used to be pretty sure I was never going to like anyone, and... then I met Connor and eventually I decided I liked him. 

I guess that probably doesn't clarify anything.

"Well, it's an interesting parallel, if nothing else. What... made you like him?"

Ummm. Lots of stuff. I - guess I didn't start wanting to kiss him until, uh - I felt like we were really good friends, and like he liked being with me, and wasn't going to leave? And - well actually it was right after we established that it was okay to like having a slave.

"I'm... not sure it is?"

Well, I dunno what to tell you guys, then.

"...suddenly really curious about Cecelia's love life."

"Yeah. ...we should probably check up on her at some point anyway. If we can find her in all of this, they could be tiny."

I can find them.

She flies to them.

Rana and Cecelia are building a house again. 

...she really should have thought about what she was going to say to them more. Uh.

"...you guys doing okay?"

"I think so."

"Cool. We had some, uh, questions, for Cecelia, if that's okay."

She looks at Rana.

He kisses her forehead. "You can go try to help them with whatever their problem is now, just be careful."

Eeee. Hug. "I'll be careful."

And she takes one of the paths and gets big again. "We should head a ways away in case one of you accidentally lies again."

"Sure." They can head a ways away. "You seem... happy, again."

"Rana had Elizabeth disentangle him from his parents. So we can have debt again."

"That's... good?"

"Mhmm. And he wants to stay with me forever and help look after the kids. So - we have to figure out the specifics, still. But I think it'll be good again."

...if Cecelia is like the rest of them, there is every possibility that she has never had a crush before. And they know that all of her previous experiences with men have been exponentially more horrible. So her standards here are, yeah, underground.

"That's good. Until the next time you have a horrible misunderstanding and something blows up."

"...I think we're going to be okay."