“…Oh.” Wilbur’s voice cracks; he’s covering his face, but it sounds like he’s crying. (Quackity and Sam stay politely quiet.)

She finishes her burger, then offers softly, “Do you want a hug?”

“…Yes please.” His voice is very, very quiet. 

Then he may have one! Hug.

…Oh. 

Wilbur is just going to cry into her shoulder, then. It’s been a very, very long time since he’s had a hug. 

Her too, actually.

She’s very gentle, and rubs his back while he cries.

He doesn’t want to let go.

And then he remembers that Quackity is watching, that Sam is watching, and he wipes at his eyes and unhugs and puts a grin back on his face. 

“What do you want? I might be able to help you.”

“Aw. Thank you. Mostly I’m delighted at having literally any contact with other people, really. I want you all to be happy and safe. I want to understand everyone here and be friendly if not their actual friend. I totally want to learn the extend of my bullshit powers and gleefully leverage them for things that are unquestionably good. Uh. … separately I really want to, to go home, but.” She looks away and shrugs. “I’m already working on that. I don’t think it’s the kind of problem anyone can help me much with, and having anyone to interact with at all is a nice change.”

Wilbur laughs a little. “An idealist, then. Well, at least you’ve got bullshit powers to go with it.”

“Right?” she laughs. “Just think if I didn’t have bullshit powers! I’d have to work and sacrifice to do any of my nonsense! Instead I can just show up one day and go, ‘actually that mind control egg is terrible, how about it stops its shit,’ without actually having to work very hard for it.”

Wilbur shoots a smile at Quackity, as though they’re in on a private joke; Quackity gives a nervous sort of laugh. “What are your powers, other than being able to destroy the egg?”

“She can teleport, she can make or break or change blocks—she visited the End before XD escorted her out—I’m pretty sure she’s on par with Drista, if not XD himself.”

Quackity gives a long, low whistle. “Damn. You weren’t kidding when you said they were bullshit.”

“I really wasn’t! And I arrived in the End, I was aiming for a dimension that was weirder than the ones I normally check. Visiting implies I got here first, which. No, this is just where XD put me.”

“I didn’t know that. You arrived in the End?”

“Mhm. Probably some sort of… I don’t know. Aesthetic similarity that was the most explicable to my bullshit eldritch nature? This entire set of dimensions is super weird for me, by the way.”

“Huh. Well, I guess you were aiming for weird.”

“Yep. Which honestly seems the most promising towards my going home mission yet? What with how I think we share a language, and definitely have similar cultural concepts, probably even our calendar systems are the same, from the little that Tommy mentioned as he was grilling me about the most important possible topic.” Pause. “That being whether or not I was younger.”

Both Quackity and Wilbur laugh fondly (and then glare at each other). Quackity’s the first to say something, though. “That’s Tommy for you, for sure.”

“Good to hear he hasn’t changed too much.”

“Mhm.” She’s tempted to mention how he’s dumber than a literal signpost, but that would be petty and mean. “Actually, comparisons. Yes we are all speaking English, yes twelve months in a year of three hundred and sixty-five days?”

“Yes, yes, and yes. Well, unless you want to switch languages. ¿Hablas español?”

"Uh. I understood that but I think speaking it would be difficult because I think it's being routed through eldritch bullshit. So my attempts to speak it would come out..." she waves a hand. "E̳̭̳̩͈̤x̠͉͟ͅt̜̯̰̺̯̝r͏̼̞a͉̻̳͠ņ̭͕̠̠͓̮̃a̸̞̺͖̩ ͠c̥̯̹̀ơ̝͈͙̠̙ͅm̵̺̰̭o̗ ҉̟ḙ̯̱͔ͅs͖̥̬̰̩͡ta."

“…Yeah, let’s stick to English for now.”

She snorts. "I could get it to stop with some practice, but! Yeah that sort of thing happens sometimes. As I think you all saw in the, uh. Written word place."