2019-08-31 - Pretty and Disturbing

It's a warm evening, and for once isn't raining. Corey has arranged to meet Lilith here, largely so she has a reason to get out of her apartment for a bit. He's claimed a spot under one of the trees, a slightly tatty blanket spread out on the grass under the canopy, and a courier bag resting upright on the blanket next to his cross-legged self. He's playing some kind of game on his phone while he waits, rapid-fire tapping and muttering suggesting it's of the more action-packed variety.

Lilith pauses after parking close by the park in her new pearl Acura RDX and looks at one side of the park once she's gotten out of the vehicle for mosey through the trees toward company. Her lips twist a bit to one side as she eyes a particular splintered and healing tree trunk from a bit of a distance, then she blinks a few times fast to huff at herself. Once she actually sees Corey with the setup on the blanket, though, she picks up the pace and stops looking around at random (not random, really) trees with general thoughtful mien and huffs.

She didn't do her hair. Actually, Lilith did do her hair, but not in any pretty way. She has it twisted haphazardly with muss knot above the nape of her neck in that kind of accidentally artistic way some girls can pull off the whole angle of 'messy', strays escaping. She does have a little bit of eye makeup on from settling herself together for the grind of the work day, though, but other than that mascara and smudge of eyeliner to make her eyes stand out, she's just tinted cherry chapstick balm and pretty fresh faced. However, she looks... tired. Not in a terrible way, she just seems less vital and oozing it than she was last time Corey saw her.

Dropping down into a sit on the blanket immediately across from the guy on her knees with tiny play skid to halt, Lilith unshoulders her bag to drop and says, "Hello, ladykiller."

"Hey, sexy demoness," is Corey's reply, looking up as he's hailed, tucking his phone away 'cause it'd be rude to keep staring at it when he's got company. "Everything okay?" Obviously everything isn't okay, but it's an opener, an invitation for her to vent if she feels so inclined. Reaching a hand into his bag, he pulls out a bottle of strawberry-flavoured water, offering it her way. "I brought snacks," he notes, as promised, though presumably one bottle of water does not a snack smorgasbord make.

"Oh hey. Strawberry." Weird thing to perk up about, but Lilith does some when she sees the bottle that Corey offers her isn't just water, but berry water. Small things, right? It's not anything she ever really thinks to buy. She's wearing a little white v-neck t-shirt with black art flock ravens in burst to flight at one side with pair of black fitted capris. They have lacing up the calves to make them a bit fancier than workout gear, pushed over into the realm of casual with a pair of flip flops that immediately get kicked off when she shifts from knees to ass sit next to company, eyeing the bag speculatively.

After thinking a moment, she opens the bottle with twist to drink from it, then reaches to touch and arrange some of his hair before actually saying anything of real merit, "I had a very bad dream and didn't get a lot of sleep before waking up and going to work today." She pauses, "Do you have a lot of dreams?" Then, because she's Lilith and she can't help but test his reaction to such things, it seems, she tugs up her shirt on one side to show some shallow raking that looks like it came from a three-prong claw along her ribcage before dropping her shirt again, "I do."

For his part, Corey is in his usual casual wardrobe; black jeans, red shirt with 'Sharp Knives Matter' on the front in blocky white writing, red and black plaid button-down shirt left open over that. Black and white converse, which seems to be all he ever wears on his feet, at least that's true from the three times she's seen him.

"Yeah," comes the flat answer to the question about dreams, and he cuts a sidelong look at Lilith. "Ever since the egg incident." Which he doesn't go on to explain right away, distracted by the lifting of her shirt and the wounds below. He doesn't recall seeing those last time they were in company. "What happened, babe?" A thread of concern in his voice, blue-eyed gaze lifting from ribs to face as her shirt hem is dropped.

"Some dreams are worse than others even though they tend to come from the same place inside. They get too big and hurt. It's..." Lilith sighs in brief to herself with a tinge of frustration while thinking of the best way to explain and to how many degrees, because suddenly, while she touches gingerly with care along those gash marks at scabbed rend over her skin once the shirt is down... she's looking at him with mild concern and a vaguely torn expression. She's picked up on the flat tone of his voice and knows exactly what that tone means for the dreams themselves, more likely than not.

"It was a shadow." What? Shadows have claws? Apparently hers do here and there, because that wounding doesn't look animal, it literally looks like a really poignant mark of the demon from those ghost shows on television when people claim to be possessed. Totally bodes well for hanging out with her, doesn't it? And why is she looking at him like that when she's the one gashed up?

After drinking from the bottle again with quick tip up, she tells Corey, "I know what it sounds like. But you need to know because... if it ever happens to you, you don't hesitate, you don't trust what you see or feel, you fight and you find a way out." Her voice is quiet with a certain ferocity while imparting this on him, lashes briefly dropping before they make the contact with his eyes to go with the words. Then she wonders, "Will you tell me about the egg?"

"A shadow." Corey nods slowly, seeming to understand. Not that he's elaborating on any dreams he may or may not have had, though he does offer as a point of interest, "I didn't dream while I was away in Canada. At least, not that I remember. Just when I came home." A beat. "Hope you're looking after that, babe. Don't want it getting infected or anything." A nod to her side, a hint of concern there.

Then she's giving advice about how to survive the dreams, and he soaks it in without comment, though something behind his eyes suggests he's made a definite mental note to try that. "Sure, if you eat these while I'm talking." 'These' are what looks like fancy chocolates, a plastic tub of them, opened and offered over. Should she bite into one, they turn out to be little balls of cookie dough covered in a thick milk chocolate shell with white and dark chocolate drizzled over the top in vaguely artistic criss-crossing patterns.

"I was.. mmn. Seventeen? Couple'a months before I started college. I was baking, doing my thing, and I dropped an egg." He reaches into the bag for his own bottle of water, also strawberry-flavoured, opening and sipping before adding very simply, "It didn't hit the floor." His gaze is on her, is cautious. Is perhaps wary. But he's speaking now when he denied it before, so maybe something has changed.

"Deal." Lilith says and mindlessly bites into one of the chocolates offered her way with the tub from Corey while he explains, then once she figures out what she's actually eating, she tacks on, "Double deal..." Then she goes for another before she's even finished with the first. Her eyes stay on him, though, her own pair of sunglasses pushed atop her head where she left them after getting out of the car, attention calmly keen in backhanded fashion as she listens.

There's a bare nod of her head in general 'knowing' about the way things slip away or alter to vestiges and urges you blame on other things, depending on where you go after leaving Gray Harbor, and her blue eyes are serious. After hearing the explanation on the egg, she offers her own tidbit in trade, perhaps to assuage some of that subtle wariness she's picking up from his features or tone, "When I was fourteen, the mirror in the trailer bathroom broke when I looked into it." She pauses, "I screamed because it scared me, and two of the windows in the living room blew out." Her head tilts a bit and she pops the chocolate into her mouth from other hand to chew before swallowing and tacking on, "The next day, I broke the vanity mirror when I looked at myself. The day after that, I walked by the floral section in the grocery and three plants died. Then the dreams moved from whispers to roars."

She makes quiet wondering, after that, "Did you start trying to replicate that moment or leave it alone?"

He watches as the chocolate and dough balls are consumed, though he's not really paying attention to that motion. It's just somewhere to leave his gaze while he's thinking about things that are not here in the present, silent for a long few moments as she explains her somewhat more dramatic awakening.

"Didn't leave it alone," Corey admits, though he adds quietly, "No reason for mirrors to break for you, babe. They should be glad of the chance to reflect all that beauty." Obviously, being ugly isn't what caused the glass to break, but he's putting that comment out there anyway, just in case that thought clings to the memory.

"You're ridiculous." Lilith notes part of the response with a nod of knowing that just fine too, then she speaks to Corey a bit fondly with the commentary in response, her lips twitching a little bit with sudden threat of smile at the line. Or sentiment. He's still looking pretty quiet and serious with that byline, anyway, which doesn't escape her notice. Her hand reaches up to pinch two fingers in little tug at one of his earlobes before her hand drops with falling to squeeze in brief against the solid line of his shoulder.

"Mirrors... aren't what we look like, precisely, you know, and how we see ourselves will never match what others see. There's so many tricks of refraction and reflection and inversion involved, and everywhere there's light... there's room for distortion and shadows. I've never liked them much, even before things went bad for years and drove me away. I used to call them 'ghostcatchers' when I was little because... I don't know."

Lilith knits her brows a little bit while remembering that bit out of the blue and she honestly looks like she's trying to remember why she called them that. Then she shakes her head, draws in a breath, picks up a chocolate, and pokes it at Corey's mouth with a little 'nom' noise, "You too." She's apparently including him in the talk and answer deal of eating chocolate cookie dough he put on her. And it gives him time to think about her next question with the excuse of chewing.

"Does it feel good when you do it on purpose?"

"A ridiculously clever shit," Corey counters, a smile dawning at that light tug and squeeze. "Honestly, I haven't thought too hard about my reflection. Mostly just use it for checking I'm clean, and when brushing my teeth. Or seeing it on steel counters and units, in a kitchen," he allows, reaching for one of the chocolates.

Then pausing, his hand over the container, one of the chocolates rising to meet his fingers. Though his glimmer-grip is a little too strong, the chocolate shell breaking, smushed a bit by the time it gets to his hand, and he curls his fingers around it, cupping the fractured delicacy carefully before popping it into his mouth and chewing slowly.

There's a nod to the question about whether it feels good, and clearly given his casual use of it, he does practice. Just, not usually around company, and even now he's been careful to make sure that only she can see what was done, his hand and the container a shield against other prying eyes.

"Mmhm. That's you in a nutshell. At least until proven otherwise." Then the woman trails off her commentary on what makes him a clever shit as so previously claimed to watch what Corey is doing. Her head tilts some to regard the silent beckon and rise of the chocolate, shell splitting stress fractures over the soft and sweet artful surface to crush it some with the pressure on the way. Then she smiles some at the guy before putting her own hand out to hover with her body turned as shield against curious onlookers.

That move may not help given her general raw (and apparently consequential) power behind the abilities, but Lilith has a lot of practice doing repairs in the shop on the sly while there's customers inside, despite the fact she shines like the sun when someone can catch it out of her or views her in that alternate way of seeing that so many in Gray Harbor have. She's very monkey see, monkey do about this all of a sudden, a bit like a curious child seeing if they can do it slow and controlled too.

"Last time I tried to push things, a whole bunch of rocks got sandblasted to a new surface sheen because I'm..." Lilith doesn't explain what she is there in that train of thought, and she's much less casual about doing what Corey did just moments before, brows knit with concentration of trying to control instead of power slam what she's doing. She doesn't seem so very familiar with moving things, and given her explanation as to her abilities in part when they cropped up, it may not be that surprising. All signs point to the fact that the woman's a destroyer by natural inclination, despite what else she can theoretically do.

Her little ball goes with dent in the top as she accidentally starts with a push instead of tug on initial exert of focused will, then when it comes into her hand, she makes a noise in her throat with delight, "Oh look. I only slightly broke it. This... isn't my wheelhouse, I mostly do this on accident while I'm asleep, apparently. Usually accidentally at someone else's head, to hear it told. But I can do a lot of other things that... aren't always in perfect control either. What's the biggest thing you've moved? Can you move whole people?"

"I have zero doubt I will prove otherwise, if you hang around long enough. I am capable of spectacularly stupid things," Corey assures, his smile slanting to one side, wry and amused at the same time. "Then again I'm a guy, and I am told reliably by my sisters that guys are dumb." Which means it must be true, obviously.

He tilts his head slightly as a second chocolate goes airborne, glancing to Lilith slightly uncertainly, unable to feel where the power is coming from but assuming it is her, given it rises to her hand. It certainly isn't him doing it, anyway, and then she verbally claims her success. "Biggest thing? Um.. not much bigger than an egg, actually. I've never tried on bigger things."

His admission is soft and perhaps cautious; if he can move bigger things, that would be both awesome and problematic. While it's just small things, he can be less concerned, view it as more of a party trick. "I don't wanna accidently hurt anyone." Which, from their conversations so far, seems to be a problem she has.

"Yeah, I set someone's clothes on fire while drunk recently, I know the feeling. I was pretty blotto after my dad... well. He was one of the bodies on the Hanging Bridge. It was a few weeks ago." Lilith pauses, then speaks to Corey with a drop of her lashes to regard the water bottle, voice utterly quiet and barely heard above things like echoes of people across the park and bird chirps, "I've also snapped someone's arm, someone's leg, someone's wrist, and flayed a man open to the bone straight through skin and muscle to the point where he almost bled out. None of them were deserving of it."

Lilith pauses again, and admits, "... I wasn't myself for some of those things, but that doesn't make it more comforting. Because once you know what it's like to rip into a person from the inside, knowing you can't always contain what comes out..." Finally, her eyes lift and she looks at Corey with a tiny rise and fall hitch of her shoulders, "It sticks. But here's the thing I'm just learning myself even though there's some things I've been doing for years-- I need to do all the things I'm scared to know I can do. Because I want them to happen on my own terms, not... like an explosive accident when it inevitably comes up. So I think... you should try to know."

Then she suggests, "Maybe we could go somewhere controlled and test it. Like... the dump? There's lots of stuff in varying size there and no one around, really."

Did he just get asked to go play in trash with brain powers? Probably not as appealing sounding as him offering to cook for her.

"I'm sorry about your dad." That's the first thing out of Corey's mouth, a quiet empathy. Not pity, but acknowledging that she has lost something. Then, eyes widening briefly as Lilith talks about setting people on fire and breaking bones and flaying flesh, the chef looks uncertain. Not afraid, exactly, but cautious, a note of wary concern in his body-language. Nor is it directly at Lilith; more, a concern that he could do that, maybe, without intending to as she has described.

"..practicing," Corey whispers, as if simply saying the word is opening the door to some of those unfortunate accidents happening because of him. "Maybe.. yeah, maybe that's a good idea. Though I'unno if the dump is private enough. I don't want this stuff being seen, you know?" Because, as anyone who has read or watched anything X-Men related knows, bad things come to those who are different. Super bad. "I'm no Jean Grey." Though, maybe she is. "Even as cute as I am."

"Okay, yeah, fair point. It is wide open and bound to be noisy." Lilith says after nodding a bit at Corey's dad piece, not telling him the details of how she feels responsible for that too, even though it's kind of written on her there for a beat with shift of discomfort or mild guilt instead of real direct sadness that comes with mourning. After working her bottom lip between her teeth in brief, she tacks on, "I mean, we could try to move my couch, but I like my couch and I don't want to shred it. Granted, if I accidentally break it or the wall, I can always fix it, so..."

She drains the rest of the water bottle in one go while visibly lapsing into thought, then she tells Corey, "Trash heaps smell awful, anyway. Woods only have tree trunks if we luck into a fallen one hiking or camping, but I guess there might be big rocks if we get out to certain areas. Beach has some, but that's too wide open. Uhh." After coming up empty with another suggestion, she looks at Corey with a slant of a smile, "You are cute, though."

Reaching a hand over to brush a light thumb along the lip being chewed, Corey reprimands, "Hey, enough of that." Is he picking up on the guilt? Probably. He's good at noticing things - mundane things anyway, if not so much glimmery things. "Also, I am definitely not indulging in any boy-toy related activities at the dump, because gross. In the woods, at the beach? Sure. Gotta unwind after practice, after all." A little teasing and flirting there, trying to lighten her mood a touch maybe, his smile sly.

"Think the woods are probably our best bet. I've been hiking around those parts, I know some places with big rocks," he then decides, his smile brightening to a grin as she acknowledges his cuteness. "I am, yeah. Lucky you, right?"

Lilith tilts her head a little after the touch from Corey's thumb at her lip, then she sits up a bit straighter while playing with her emptied water bottle at roll between her two hands. Then quietly, she huffs out a sudden laugh at the refusal to boy-toy appropriately at the dump and 'dinks' the plastic bottle with lift against the tip of his nose, "Good, that means you don't have a checklist of the most unlikely places to fuck you're knocking off like a real college bro on a mission. That'd be dedication and general... lack hygiene, but you know, anyone that can get and keep wood through the smell, more power to them and their mighty libido."

Then when Corey mentions he knows a rocky place from hiking, she nods a couple of solid times with a quirk of her lips at the 'luck' bit while pulling the bottle away to drop on the blanket after the tiny blip of nose tap with it. She speaks dry and she's probably not actually lauding the merits of sociopaths or advocating attacking birds with rocks, but either way, it sounds like a 'game on' kind of plan approval, "Then we'll throw things at birds like assholes. Sociopaths and lunatics get the real good powers, you know, because they aren't afraid of hurting a damn thing."

There's a protesting, "Hey!" from Corey as he is bopped on the nose with the end of Lilith's water bottle, the student adopting a faux-outraged expression at such behaviour. It dissolves into laughter as she congratulates him on not being a weird-glory-hunting college bro, and he admits, "I've got a list, babe. It's just not that. I like my sexual list-ticking to be entirely less disgusting." Though one could say doing it in the woods is no more hygienic than the dump, just better-smelling.

He digs a hand into his courier bag, drawing out a couple of little tubs of chopped fruit - honeydew melon chunks, strawberries, bits of apricot - and offering one over to Lilith with a small wooden skewer to use as cutlery. The pots do have a little not-so-hidden bonus in, an inner container full of finely powdered sugar, perfect for dipping juicy bits of fruit in. "Kinda glad I'm not a sociopath. I like being able to understand how people respond to food. It's one of my motivators."

"This is kind of amazing. I'd ask what's on your list, but now I'm distracted. There's a place for sugar. And a stick. This is like grown up Fun Dip candy with actual nutrients involved. You pack around like a momma with toddlers, and it works on me, seems. Probably says something about me." Lilith tells Corey as he produces the chunked up fruit and sugar container with pass of skewer stick her way to aid and accessorize. Immediately she takes to stabbing a strawberry with a tangent piece of apricot, gives them a swish to dust with sugar, and pops them in her mouth to eat together in a hurry. She might honestly be genuinely charmed by getting to stab and eat with a stick, just like she was weirdly pleased with the little strawberry notation on her water bottle.

Because small things matter when things suck, see. Lilith seems to have learned to latch onto them when and where she can as a general coping mechanism to back door the heavier things from mind when needed. After chewing most of it, she tells the guy, "... you delighted by someone else's delight, I never would have guessed." Her lips slant with smile before she becomes more serious for a tick, "I think I know a few sociopaths, though-- not here. I'm glad they aren't here with... exploit hacks to be bigger jerks with no qualms."

"For this, you can thank me growing up in a female-dominated household. Whenever my mom or my sisters are having shitty days, something sweet seems to help," Corey admits freely. "And if I can try to make it at least a bit healthy? Bigger win. Not to mention, stabbing things is fun." And, probably, a good way to ensure he remains unstabbed. He takes up his own pot of fruit and sugar, skewering one of the melon pieces and dipping it in the powdered sweetness, then chomping it down. Mmm.

"My list? It's nothing special, babe. Just about experimentation," the chef then allows with a rueful smile. Experimenting seems to be his thing, both in and out of the kitchen. He grins again as she feigns surprise at him being delighted by other people's delight. It's definitely a cheeky grin, laden with a shared memory. "Sociopaths gonna sociopath. Hopefully not here - but. Is here important? Can this stuff not be done away from here?"

"I do appreciate this situation of you growing up surrounded by women, very much so. Hank just taught me how to steal because I was less likely to get stopped or caught when I was little. That and he taught me when you're little, you aim for the kneecap with a bat and yell real loud to rattle the hell out of what's at the front door because... it gave him time to slip out of the back. Good times. Decent tactic. Toughs never knew what the hell to do with a seven year old girl full of tiny fury." Lilith continues to eat and shares a piece of her own home environs. And even though it's screwy with context, she seems perfectly matter of fact and fine with it because that's just the way things were and she didn't know anything else.

After considering the 'experimentation' bit with a vaguely amused and pointed bat of her lashes with curiosity, her curious nature takes a shift of turn to considering something else he asks directly. Then very slowly and a bit uncertainly, she explains while jabbing her stick here and there at fruit and over-saturating a berry with sugar by swirling it too many times, "I think this place is pretty... mecca for it. I have been lead to believe there's other places like this, but I don't know where. And I know that some people can't do anything at all or remember anything at all when they're away from here. I--"

Lilith squints, like it's the first time she's considering one thing or another, in truth, "In retrospect, I did more justifying and refused to think about it more than I ever really forgot when I was in Miami. And I didn't have... I mean I couldn't... but the drive and urges were still there, I just changed them... and I think when I would touch others with the intent to hurt, it hurt them more than it should have, like an echo. Might have been location related. Like... I don't know if the Bermuda Triangle is an actual spooky thing, but it's pretty close to there, so it might make sense."

Cocking his head slightly, Corey considers Lilith's snapshot of her childhood. Stealing, kneecapping, yelling, diversion tactics. Yikes. Though, it's 'Hank', not dad, and he's assuming that means something. Exactly what that something is though, isn't a question he's going to ask right now. Just setting it aside to ponder over. "Just saying, babe, I don't ever want you calling me 'daddy'." Whether or not she does in fact have daddy issues is irrelevant to that. "I mean, you're thousands of years older than I am." Again with the mild humour, even if she doesn't appear particularly sad about her misspent youth.

"Mmn. I don't remember ever trying this stuff while I was in Canada. Or even thinking about it," he muses as to the importance of Gray Harbour. "And I've never been to Miami." So, no ability to correlate there either. "Maybe something to experiment with. Go on a road trip or something." More of a mental note-to-self than a suggestion to her, by the way his tone becomes more introspective.

"I'd call you 'papi' instead to be a smart ass now that you've said it, but both of us are far too white for that. Alas." Lilith tells Corey with quick rebound return from her thoughts and a roll of her eyes at her being all ancient and stuff, "I think there's a point, though, where even eternal demonesses can be branded a cougar, though, and ick, don't remind me. Reminds me of bad porn. The important thing is that you can be perfectly legally shitfaced. But please don't go asking me to hang out with your friends or anything, I might actually feel old in a group situation. These things have a greater effect in bulk, I think. And not everyone can be Corey."

To his road trip suggestion, though, the fruit gets more visual interest as she speaks to it, Lilith's shoulders kind of hitching with rise and fall, "I don't really know. There's not a lot I can do about it right now to get the hell out of this place like a sane person. And... home is always going to be home, I guess. It's not like things being differently screwy in other places did me a lot of favors. This place was already too much... in me." She pauses, "There's a guy I could probably ask to explain it, but I broke his toe on accident, apparently, so I don't think he's talking to me right now."

Then, defensively, as she realizes how that sounds on top of everything else she's said about accidents, "... it was just the pinky."

Because that matters. Right?

There's a brief laugh from Corey at that quick comeback, and he finishes up his fruit, closing the container and dropping it back into his bag before flopping back, hands tucked behind head and legs crossed at the ankle, looking up at the canopy and also at Lilith. "I have friends who are older than I am," he points out, brows raising. She's one, presumably. He claims to have others. "Though to be fair, hanging out socially in a group seems fairly opposed to the whole boy-toy/sugar-covered-mama aesthetic we have going on." Not a concern as such, his tone indicates, more an observation.

There's an echoing slight shrug from the chef. "Just a thought, honestly." Pause. Blink. "Broke his toe? How?" he wonders, his tone suggesting he's mildly suspicious that this might've been another 'accident'.

Lilith has probably been swirling that strawberry in the powdered sugar for a good number of back and forth sentence time during conversation the way she started playing with her snack food while talking about thought provoking things between bouts of keeping it light. After eyeing the fruit caked in sugar dust when she decides it's finally time to eat it, she takes a beat to consider tamping the damn thing off with a shake over Corey's direction while it's sticked, or back down into the container with white drift, she points the thing his way with 'exactly' silent gesture to his first bit.

Then she just decides to eat the thing when Corey asks the next question about how she broke a guy's toe. And that doesn't really go well. There's a reason that much powdered sugar does not come on things and is lightly dusted instead of caked on desserts. So naturally, the big breath she takes to either answer or avoid the question chokes the hell out of her with sudden sputter of coughing and cover of her mouth while still stubbornly chewing to keep things on the inside before flopping back to cough to opposite side of where he's laid out, "I don't know but I think you tried to kill me with sugar. Rude."

Because yes, his fault for bringing it for her to play in. Plus that's kind of an honest answer anyway.

There's a slow blink from Corey as Lilith almost chokes on powdered sugar. He doesn't get up, doesn't help or offer back-thumping services, trusting she'll remember how to breathe soon enough. "Babe. When I said sugar-covered-mama, I didn't mean you should actually cover yourself in sugar." Because coughing while holding things doesn't always go so well, and it doesn't take much to spill the fluffy powder. "And yeah, obviously. How else am I gonna inherit all those awesome lamps from your shop?"

Such is his concern in jest, along with the assumption that she's added him to her will already. At least where the lamps are concerned. When she's quite done coughing and spluttering, probably not helped if he manages to make her laugh mid-choke, he muses, "So, the toe?" Because he never got an answer to that question, and he's stubborn.

Lilith groans some at herself before sitting up again to lid and put the little container by Corey's bag, mostly whittled down and picked over. She ate none of the cantaloupe or honeydew or whatever melon, though, she has opinions about those things she kept to herself. She pretty well picked out all the berries and apricot pieces and it shows. Then after mimicking the guy's posture with lay out, she frowns some up at the tree canopy before turning her face to regard company instead with that frown.

"Seriously. I don't really know. I threatened to do it because... he wasn't answering me after I heard he had some issues that might have been injurious. Among other reasons. Then the next day... he texted to bitch about it." The tip of Lilith's tongue pushes against an eyetooth as she explains to Corey, "I think I did it while mad or asleep. At unknown range. I thought he was bullshitting me at first, but then I did something else... that validated the possibility of distance between us not mattering at the time because I was familiar with him, maybe." She pauses, "I'm seriously kind of dangerous. I... told you I could hurt you. It was just a bad time to try and explain the extent. So you... should maybe weigh that again."

Yeah, maybe there was a good reason that Lilith didn't want to answer about the toe thing. Corey tilts his head to face her while she explains her suspicions, the colour draining from his face a little as the notion of remote, uncontrolled bone-breaking is put on the table. He sits up slowly, covering his alarm well, but it's clear he is not okay with being injured by someone who was possibly asleep at the time. "Um. Yeah, not gonna lie babe, that is kind of a problem."

Then after a moment of pause; "I'm probably already 'familiar'." Not that they've known each other long, but there's a certain amount of shared experience there. "Guess I need to not piss you off, then." Corey does sound a little uneasy about this, which is probably to be expected.

"He's extra infuriating, you're probably fine. Usually it's just things that break, not people. I..."

Lilith stops talking. She stops talking entirely and looks at Corey with a vague little smile of resignation before turning her eyes back up to the tree canopy to watch the branches and leaves blow with natural wind disturbance. Her hand pulls up to tug a few absent times on her bottom lip before she drops it to the side and sits up herself to reach for her flip flops so she can draw up legs some and wiggle toes and feet into them.

"Hey. Thanks for this. I'm going to run and check on some stuff."

Still a little unsteady as he tries to process what has been said, Corey is slow off the mark as Lilith checks out of the conversation, recognising that resignation a moment too late. He lurches up to sitting, reaching out to try and steal a flip-flop before it is wiggled into as a means to arrest her escape. Somewhat unsuccessfully it must be said, since he ends up briefly holding her flip-flopped foot, which is where toes are and so he yanks his hand away.. and it's all just awkward.

There's a sigh, and he flops back onto the blanket. "Text me, babe. I'll get over it." It, obviously, being the toe thing.

Lilith starts to go with a casual level of grace, she really does, and she was pulling it off pretty well, voice quiet and easy enough. Then she pauses and catches her breath a little as she watches Corey's delayed hand come to her foot with too-slow reach for the shoe, then draw away. It makes her pause in the off the cuff presentation she was giving while getting at her shoes and she can't help breath out a little exasperated sigh at herself.

For a moment, she turns and leans on a hand as if she's going to explain a little more, then stops herself in the same breath to kind of squint and eye Corey through cut of her lashes, "You shouldn't get over it, y'know. But it's like, if I keep quiet about-- just... wouldn't be fair. This was very nice. I'm very good at ruining nice things. Yay. Enjoy the nightmares, courtesy of my mouth." She starts to kind of run on before stopping again and shoving up to grab her bag and keys, one foot gently nudging at his side with a slowdown for goodbye, at least, in some fond fashion before she dips out in a hurry.

There's a few more choice words that seem to be as much for herself as anyone, perhaps heard in partial on her way, "... probably a bad time to joke about that too. Fuck my life."