"You, um, did.  Good!  At that!"

"Thank you," Hailey replies, leaning in to kiss one blushing cheek. "Anything else I can help install? Waste pipe? Shower?"

"They won't be anywhere nearly so dramatic, I think, but yes, let's get those handled too."

It doesn't take long to make the toilet - if anything, making and installing the stall door is going to be the longest part of the process since someone has to screw that in once she's made it - and she's been making camp showers in job lots, lately.  She even adds a sink to the toilet, plumbed so that it feeds into the flush tank.

...Okay, actually, she's going to make some more poles, so that the bathroom stall isn't liable to get blown over, but beyond that and a shower curtain, there's nothing else left to do for essentials.

Hailey handles all the heavy lifting and installing, especially of the additional set of poles.

Soon enough they're all done. Hailey flops back onto the grass with a grin.

"Lookit us go. Gettin' our island all improved."

"Yeah.  Whew."

She doesn't do anything so dramatic as flop into the grass, but she feels like sitting down too.

Yeah, well, the only non-dramatic Pirate is Maya.

Really she's just elegant about it, but she's still kinda dramatic.

"A good day's work. Wha'cha wanna do with the rest of the afternoon? Tell stories, maybe?"

She lifts a hand up from the ground and webs one of the blue peaches, whipping it off the branch into her grasp.

"Sure, that's something to do.  I can also make board games or a deck of cards.  ...We should probably plant the seeds from those - I don't know what to call those, actually.  They taste kind of peachy?  But we should plant them."

She takes a bite from hers, humming. "S'like it's kinda... buttery. Peachy, but blue. Can't call 'em bleaches, that's awful. Peach-like... persine?"

"...I don't really have any better ideas; is that from something?"

"Not sure. Just sorta... makin' shite up. Sounds almost like it could be related to peaches, but it's some fungicidal shite in avocados. And these things have a consistency kind of like a peach had a baby with an avocado."

"Huh.  I suppose they do, at that.  Sure, that works."

"Board games are good, storytelling is good, card games are good, we're easy. I mighta been frontin' too long though, so if you've got any burning questions ask 'em now."

"I suppose I'm curious about where you came from, but given how badly it treated you, I don't think I have any right to ask."

She huffs out a bit and looks up at the sky.

"Hogwarts. Really only my relatives were bloody awful. My aunt and uncle. Cousin too. The war wasn't so bad."

"...Did you live in the same period of time as The Author Who Must Not Be Named?  You have my condolences!

"...Assuming that the details are the same.  And that what data yet remains after the Second Dark Age was at all accurate for me to connect the two dots.  Most of it was fanfiction."

Hailey bursts out laughing. "All those years and the cunt still gets 'Must Not Be Named'? Oh that's beautiful. Yeah, when we came from she's busily being a rancid twat supporting every transphobic cause she can. Honestly some of the fanfiction's better than canon. I know my timeline was better than canon, and not just because it had the other Pirates there with me."

She splutters out a laugh at the laugh, before she recovers the power of speech to say, "I think we legitimately don't know it."

"Love it. The bitch's version is just completely lost, only fanfiction survives. Probably a quarter of it trans, if I'm lucky, just to piss her off enough that you could get clean energy from her rolling in her grave."

She just smiles softly.  "I hope so.  I barely knew the name of the castle."

"Heh." She grins softly at Momo. "So the peak weird shite with us is that none of us is from 'canon', we're all from bloody alternate timelines that had all five of us present, and all five of us remember fragmentary snippets of our lives there. That's weird even by plural standards."

"...Huh, is it?  I don't know how that normally works to begin with."

"Well headmates being fictives — built out of some 'fictional' character — is common enough among systems, as is that source being an AU or sommat, but it's pretty rare to have multiple distinct sets of source memories, or everyone all have memories of all those places. Even the girl who's supposedly from the mundane world we were living in."

She shrugs, smiling. "So we're bloody weird."

"Doesn't seem that weird to me; you were all there, even if that's by construction - why wouldn't you all remember it?"