2020-03-18 - Misunderstood Serial Killers & Popcorn

Movie night at Geoff's is an event to behold, the smell of fresh popcorn fills the trailer along with the savory smell of hot wings. While he prepares for his guests he sips from a beer and awaits for the timer on the oven to go off. Tonight he's dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a plain black tee. Sitting on the couch worrying at a toy squeaky squirrel is a black and white shiba inu pup who seems perfectly content to do her own thing while Geoff sees to the last few touches of the evening.

While the weather is cold and windy, snow still sprinkling on occasion, Gina can be found in her winter coat - that long, dark grey hooded woolen coat that, from a distance, could easily be mistaken for a hooded figure in a long robe, with only her dark purple hair and plum-colored lipstick truly visible. In her arms there's a... white cardboard box, with a faint hint of red on one corner, and she's holding it up via the red-and-white ribbon tying it together. She makes it in her usual slow, relaxed pace - and of course she tries the door without even bothering to knock. Someone will get that.

Harper will get that. After Gina does.

In a rush, Harper pulls up in her quiet Prius, hops out and races around to the passenger side. From there she pulls a canvas bag that she slings over her shoulder as she kicks closed the door. Tonight she's wearing a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved grey shirt and a speckled grey fleece vest, all this atop a pair of ankle boots. There's a tweet of sound as she locks the car with the fob and skips through the misty evening up to Geoff's door. It says something that the librarian doesn't knock either. Perhaps it's just that the women of Gray Harbor are world-class bargers.

After bounding up the few steps to the porch, she pulls the door open and goes inside. "Is she here yet? Oh, hi Gina! I'm so sorry to be late. I needed to get some things." She smiles at Geoff and circles around into the kitchen to catch at the hand not holding the beer so she can press a kiss into his palm. "Smells delicious."

Back into motion, she unloads a variety of brands of artisan chocolate bars from that canvas bag, then pulls out one, more fuzzy item and drops the bag atop a chair. Apparently she's offering a tasting this evening from the chocolate category of foods. Geoff's got the savory end down. That done, she stops to beam at Gina. "I'm so glad you agreed to join us. I hope it becomes a Thing."

Finally, she walks over to crouch down in front of the sofa and the puppy there. In a conversational tone she speaks to the discerning puppy, "Good evening, Raz. I brought you something." The puppy was happily chewing on her squirrel, but Harper pulls out a similarly made skunk with a grunty squeaker and pinches it a few times to get the puppy to cant her head first one direction and then the other. "Stinky here wanted to come see you. He wouldn't let me come over until I picked him up." She bops the puppy on the nose lightly then bounces the toy around until sharp puppy teeth close around the black and white toy. Instead of standing back up, Harper simply settles to her knees there on the floor beside the sofa and pets the adorable Shiba. "Did we decide what we're watching?" she calls over to Geoff and Gina without yet turning her gaze back to the humans in the room.

Geoff flashes a bright smile at Gina as she comes through the door "Gina it's great to see you, I've been looking forward to this for a while." with a gesture about he says "Make yourself at home, mi casa es su casa." And then the timer on the oven is going off and he's drawing out a tray of crispy wings that seem to change hue across the sheet with the variety of sauces he coated them in. No sooner has he set that tray down then Harper comes in and makes her way over to him, returning that kiss to his palm with one to her cheek "Hey babe, you're looking great tonight." once she's over by the puppy he tells Gina "So Gina let me introduce you to my newest roommate." His hand sweeping to gesture towards the dog "Erasmus."

Gina seems to sense the harried Harper arrival, and steps away from the door and heads wherever she's least likely to be rushed or made to move aside, pausing to set down the slightly leaking box on a nearby surface and eye Hurricane Harper and the small fuzzy thing that apparently is SUPPOSED to be here? Maybe with a dot too much interest. But in the end, she pushes back her hood (of course she entered with her hood still up) and unzips it, removing her coat and putting it wherever one puts coats.

Without it, she's back to being much more normal: a ripped purple skirt over black leggings and a black sweater top worn over a green button-up long-sleeved blouse that matches the venom green her nails are painted. Harper's comment about a Thing gets only a dubious glance, before Gina opens up the suspiciously-red-leaking box, "Brought some cupcakes but one of the pots of rum raspberry sauce spilled." She plucks the jar out, checking it for cracks instead of just a loose lid, before she eyes the baby hound, "Erasmus? 'Man is to man either a god or a wolf'?" Gina quotes, both brows rising, before she shrugs, and sets the spare jar down and goes to grab one of the hot winsg. No asking. There is some shifting of it from finger to finger (HOT! out the oven HOT!) but she's nabbed it from the tray.

Harper rolls to her hip to leave Gina's view of the puppy unobstructed, her hand falling away from that irresistable soft puppy-fur. Erasmus, for her part, offers a yip and then goes back to worrying at the skunk toy with her teeth. She attempts to bite both toys at once, but fails. This doesn't stop her from continuing to try.

Harper skips her gaze over Gina's distinctive attire with the fond expression that Gina found not as fucking bothersome as it seems the last time their paths crossed. "Rum raspberry sauce? I think you win, spilled or not."

The quote tips Harper's expression toward delight. "'The chief element of happiness is this: --'" Harper thinks for a moment to try to get the wording correct. "'-- to want to be what you are.' I'm pretty sure if there were a canine-ist religion, I'd be more ... willing to listen to sermons." She rests her elbow on the sofa cushion and sets her cheek in her palm, her attention flickering from Gina to Geoff and back again, at least until Erasmus (the bitch version) stops chewing that skunk and starts licking her ear. "Raz... sweetheart. That tickles." Harper says this as if the dog would understand the rational words. The puppy, though, does stop licking and sneezes once in response. That's it. Harper can't resist scooping the puppy up in her arms and pressing a kiss to one of those pointy ears, whispering something against it.

Geoff cracks a grin at the talk of dog-philosophers "I believe Erasmus also said that your library is your paradise." He watches Gina go for the wing though says nothing, after all she's a grown restaurateur, she presumably knows how ovens work. Filling a bowl with the freshly popped popcorn he brings it over to set on the coffee table in front of the couch "So for the movie my vote is for Neon Maniacs, it fits that level of bad horror movie. Though I might also have a physical copy of Event Horizon and The Thing laying about."

Gina seems perfectly fine getting her fingers messy as she shifts the hot wing and blows on it as she does so, before she takes a careful bite of it, lips slightly curled back (probably as much to keep her lipstick on as to not burn her mouth) and sucks on a slightly burnt but deliciously seasoned thumb after. "Not huge on dogs. Childhood trauma." She notes, switching the wing to her other hand and sucking on her other finger, even as she starts moving to the 'main' portion to fall onto the couch...'s arm, perching herself there and eyeing Harper get all close to the adowable pwupperbuddy, whossa good shneezy?

Ahem.

Gina, far more apathetic towards the animal, shrugs, "They're all right, though. And the cupcakes and sauce aren't mine. Came in one of those subscription boxes-- cupcake mix and raspberry sauce. I like savory more than sweet, so figured I'd leave it here so I didn't have to fuck with it." A pause, "Rather watch Neon Maniacs. Not sure I've seen that as many times as I've seen The Thing."

Geoff's quote earns him a few points. Harper's smile tips upward as her gaze turns from the baby canine to the host and wing-chef. "So correct," she agrees. She leaves the decision about the movie to Geoff and Gina as they are clearly more connoisseurs than she is. As Geoff sets the popcorn down and Gina perches on the arm of the sofa, Harper scoots down to the floor on the other end of the sofa which may or may not make Gina feel more comfortable seating herself on the sofa cushions themselves. She stretches out one hand to grab the closest toy, which happens to be the squirrel, and teases Erasmus with it playfully. A little tail wags and that dog positively smiles. It's a Shiba thing. "I'd give you popcorn, Raz, but I think Geoff might be upset about that." Clearly she's the good cop in this scenario.

Glancing up and to the side, Harper regards Gina thoughtfully. "I suppose it shouldn't surprise me that you like to cook. I told Geoff that you are an amateur photographer." Might as well be up front with Gina about that. "How are Iggy and Vee?" As for movies? "I don't care which sort of camp you two decide on. I'm just along for the ride." Harper intended to remove her boots when she arrived, but she ended up with a lap full of puppy instead. It doesn't look like she's particularly perturbed about this state of affairs.

Geoff claps his hands together as Gina agrees on the Neon Maniac and grabs the remote from the counter to turn on the tv and cycle through the various streaming options till he's able to bring up the movie "You'll like this one, it's a fucking riot." That said he returns to the kitchen for a quick plating of the wings in a spiral pattern along a tray and brings it over to set beside the popcorn.

Settling down on to the couch he sadly informs Raz "Sorry girl, no popcorn for you you though if you're good you can have a treat afterwards." Looking aside to Gina he fills her in "So rather then there just be one slasher in this movie, there are like twelve and they all have super descriptive names based on how they kill...Except Stringbean who is native american and has a spear."

"Not great at cooking. Just like eating, and I can't afford a personal cook." It's a lie, but a very believable one, considering how Gina usually lives. And with Harper now exiting herself and the puppy down to the floor, Gina slides into the seat-- but keeps her legs hanging over the couch as she falls down, crossing her boots at the ankle and finishing off the hot wing, before she reaches for some popcorn. Oddly, not a handful. Just three.

"Photography always sounded cool to me. Capturing shit and all. Not really putting in the time to be good with it. Pretty busy on the usual." What? Running the diner she can only sometimes be found in? But instead of continuing in that strain, she raises her voice and asks, "This sounds like I need two beers a killer, Geoff." Which is Gina for 'Can I please have a beer?' before she glances back towards Harper, "Cats haven't tried to suffocate me in my sleep. So fine, I guess."

Erasmus gets wiggly, so Harper sets the puppy free on the floor; Raz immediately follows after Geoff to explore the kitchen, also following him back to the sofa and stretching up over his shin with her front paws. Now Harper can unlace her boots. She takes her time doing so, but eventually ends up with boots set away around the edge of the sofa. She pushes to her feet and heads to the kitchen herself to wash her hands, responding to Geoff's information about Stringbean. "I know I always connect murderous native americans with string beans. Those or Andrew Jackson, really."

When Gina asks for a beer, Harper calls, "Got it." Another beer is retrieved for Geoff: she hefts it with a query in her eyes. He may have a preferred drink somehow stashed over by the sofa. He's sometimes magic that way. She also gathers a handful of napkins for the eating of wings of all flavors and mixes herself a rum and coke.

Whatever Geoff indicates he wants to drink, the librarian will carry the three beverages over along with the napkins and deliver them well enough to all involved. Then she steps around the puppy and Geoff's legs to take a seat on the other side of him on the sofa, settling in with a shoulder against the front of his chest. "How many times did you say you've seen this movie, Turner?"

Geoff lets out a rumble of laughter and low and behold he does pull a bottle of jack from beside the couch "We're definitely going to need more alcohol the longer the movie plays, but beer is a good way to start." When Harper gets up to grab the beers he flashes her a winning smile, "Thanks babe." seemingly content with the beer that she grabbed from the fridge. Reaching down he ruffles Erasmus' ears which is just enough attention for the pup to decide she is good for now and wander off to find a place to sit and watch the people. "See that's why I didn't go with a cat, I could never tell when it would grow tired of me and decide to suffocate me in my sleep." Geoff reasons as he turns his attention back towards the tv and awaits for Harper to settle down "Oh I've seen this movie twice over the last few years, and maybe five times back when I was a teen. It's fairly near and dear to my heart." His arm coming to encircle Harper as he sets the movie to play

"Always reading into my heart and soul, Geoff. Only you know the depths of mind." Gina says this in the exact same tone she'd point out where Harper left her scarf, even as the introduction starts and the fisherman finds those cool collectable cards and is inevitably murdered via axe. This snags Gina's attention, and she turns back to looking towards the screen more fully. She DOES reach for a napkin, to leave the bones of her wing on (unless they were boneless and BLASEPHEMOUS). There's even a smirk(?!!!) for Geoff at his cat commentary, "One reason I keep them around. Can't get too comfortable in your own home. Live on the edge, Geoff." Gina makes all this commentary sound... beige. So dull.

Drinks delivered, Harper settles in for the heartwarming synthesizer music that plays out while scanning over horror movie props. Harper watches with some bafflement as the movie starts. Teens being 1980s naughty in a park. Jungle gym flirtations. "This is ..." She shakes her head then reaches behind herself to pull the skunk toy out from behind her on the sofa, dropping it to the floor should Erasmus decide she wants to do more than spectate, another Shiba pasttime. "... you've seen it at least seven times? Which one is your favorite maniac?" Live on the edge? Harper seems to agree completely with Gina's statement, even hefting her glass and toasting when she says it before taking a drink.

The wings are boned, the way God intender.

A grin pulls at Geoff's features as he watches these opening moments "It's not the goriest movie or especially scary but it has a charm that's its own, you know?" One of his fingers idly playing with Harper's hair as he says this. After a moment's thought he decides "Probably the hangman, he's just so..." He gestures fruitlessly "Like everyone else has a real weapon but he's got rope."

Gina's still mostly got her legs hanging off the side of the couch while she lays down, but as The Virgin is immediately identified, everyone is murdered except The Virgin and she is inexplicably sent home by her lonesome, Gina unlaces her boots and lets them drop, so she can sit tailor-style on the couch and reach for the popcorn -- and her beer. And nudge Geoff once murders start to make with the jack. "Doesn't really bother trying to make any fucking sense at the start, which I appreciate. Just suddenly, everything's fucked up." And Gina DOES sound pretty appreciative of this fact. Another wing is nabbed, nibbled on.

Both Harper and Geoff might notice Gina is slightly less... aloof? Openly disdainful? In this small setting. She's still not smiling or emitting an air of wanting to be BFFs, but it doesn't quite feel like she's prepared to slice anyone's throat.

"Teenagers making out. It always turns out to be a preachy tale about abstinence." Harper observes blandly, despite her amused delight at how it manages to be serious about its camp. One of the teens dives into a noose. "I think the maniacs are just misunderstood perverts." Because one should sympathize with the perverts? The police are on the job. Harper's laughter is quiet as she quotes, "Gook, slime. They found a bunch of it around there." Watching for awhile longer, Harper hypothesizes. "All the girls have swimming pools, don't they?" More time passes. "I always tip strange men by going to movies with them. It's just a thing I do, so that's just plain cinema verite." She twists a bit to look across Geoff at Gina, "We should be maniacs for Halloween next year. Slime inclusive." Harper scowls a moment, "Misogynistic cops. My favorite."

"Who needs to establish anything like why anything is happening. You just need to start out at full force and then crank up to /fuller/ force through the movie. Like in xXx." Because tripple x was a landmark of a perfect movie. Geoff relates dryly over to Gina. With a grin to Harper he says "The Hangman is really into auto erotic asphyxiation and he just wants to help provide tools to everyone. He's a pervert yes, but he's no monster to take the thrill of danger out of it."

"You're the other half of my soul, Geoff." Gina says in that offhanded way of hers, reaching for a handful of popcorn. She holds them in one hand, eating them one by one, and not in large handfuls. She does glance at Harper at the suggestion, both brows raised. "I don't really wear costumes on Halloween. Mostly I just do a themed outfit. If I even do that." She shrugs, using her teeth to clean some sauce from the venom-green nails she's currently sporting - is that a biohazard sign on the left ringfinger nail? Yes, yes it is. In yellow. Very subtle.

Oddly, while she DOES seem about to talk-- she stops, looking at the screen at the sudden profusion of dead pigeons on the ground, pausing a moment before she wonders, "Seriously, she looks like a petite twentysomething. Do you just have to be short and wear a baseball cap wrong to be young?" She looks at Harper, "Know anywhere I could get a sideways baseball cap?"

"I haven't seen xXx, but it's the one with ... was it Vin something, wasn't it? Let's do that one next time." Because this needs to be repeated. Geoff's commentary about the hangman invokes Harper's laughter. "So you're saying he's a philanthropic pervert? I can see that." Half the maniacs jump the subway turnstiles, but the samurai wants to cut through the metal bar. Another of them zaps it. And the attendant just watches all this looking unimpressed. "Poor Natalie. She feels so vulnerable." Harper murmurs, "If you're watching Dynasty, you're not normal. That's clearly the message, here." Gina's disapproval of costumes for Halloween doesn't seem to bother Harper. "That's fair." Her observation about the twenty-something playing the kid draws more quiet laughter from the librarian. "I think I could find you one."

Geoff gestures towards his bedroom "I got a ballcap I can grab you before you leave." The chase through the train is so very intense with the running back and forth "You know I kind of like how the electric on there is just doing his own thing. He really seems to dig driving that train. I'm not entirely sure he couldn't be reformed if they just made that his job. Not so sure about the caveman and stringbean there." And then the maniacs are escaping the train...well except for the samurai who just decides to stay back and ride it a little longer "You might have a point about watching Dynasty. I don't think teens did that then."

Post train chase, Gina watches the arm split off after the door closes-- "The eightise really didn't believe in safety edges on shit, I guess. Or these guys can be done in by like..." Oh, wait, look at that coming scene. Gina pauses talking, and eats more popcorn, "I bet Fuji water would get rid of all the bones, too." She comments, smirking and shaking her head before she gets up to go get herself another beer. "Speaking of water and murder--" She finishes off her beer along the way, and will grab herself a cold glass. If Geoff's got ice, it's going to be plunked into the glass too.

"Electric was definitely enjoying driving the subway. He even made stops!" Harper agrees. Severed arms are flying off public transit. The man tells his dog they need to move to a different neighborhood. No smoking on the bus! "That's it. I want a water gun. It's the only way to be sure." Harper quotes another movie entirely, deadpan. A few scenes later, it's some sort of Halloween party/band play-off and they all have squirtguns. "See, some teenagers are prepared for misunderstood perverts." The squirtguns are because they plan on cooking tonight. Of course. "Geoff, you never sing 'Let Me Ruin Your Evening' to me." Harper adds in agreement, "High schoolers were much older back then."

Geoff definitely has ice and a fridge stocked with all sorts of alcohol laden libations "You've got to admit though that is a fairly bad neighborhood if that is what they're having to deal with. Then it comes to the battle of the bands and he bumps his shoulder to Harper's "Is it just me or is everyone in that gym at least thirty years old?" with a light squeeze to Harper he promises "Next time we're out at karaoke I'll sing it for you if they have it. You know it's everywhere."

Gina returns! Amidst the chaos of the 10 year reunion of prom. She's got some water. Plain water. Or vodka. It's got mint and ice cubes in it, anyway, and she sips from it while nabbing another wing. They're good. And free! Settling back on the couch, she throws both of them skeptical look as they go on about karaoke. "Not a huge karaoke fan. All that sincerity and ruining of music." She notes, sipping her drink. And then motions towards the screen. "California actually has some fucked up laws about fire sprinklers in schools not being required these days. But those are pretty clearly some fire sprinklers." She points out. Mildly. And says nothing else, having another sip of her drink, before setting the bones aside, wiping her hands and grabbing one of the chocolate bars. "What're you gonna dedicate to me next karaoke night, Price?"

Harper nods seriously at Geoff's question about the teens in the gym. "We're almost old enough to go that high school party." Geoff will sing the song at karaoke. If they have it. "I'm going to find a track for that if I have to commission it myself," she promises. Harper and Geoff have never gone to karaoke. But given Geoff's past performance record, Harper doesn't doubt one bit that he'd perform that song if it was available. "Wait. How did it go from run-for-your-lives to heavy-duty-make-out-sesh?" Harper objects. "And there are at least two more maniacs out there but the happy synthesizer music is playing again." Suddenly everyone is at the police department? "These were apparently also the days when you could ask for the mayor's office with your teeth clenched around a cigar." Harper actually giggles when it shows the cops suiting up with water guns. She watches Gina returning with her clear beverage. What would she dedicate to Gina? "Going off the tip of my tongue? I think 'Black Cat', Janet Jackson style, Gina. Take it or leave it." Harper smiles slowly.

Geoff snorts softly "Because if we've learned anything, it's that California isn't prone to fires at all. Clearly they didn't know about the maniacs...Also fun fact all these scenes at the school are filmed at Hollywood Highschool." This little bit of info shared as he turns back to the tv and the police department is storming the storage unit...to no avail "Really it's amazing they got the police and fire department out there on the word of a couple of teen who'd just been through mass trauma."

Another little grin from Gina. This one that nasty-edged little smile she rarely pulls out, when she feels her misanthropic tendencies have been justified by outside agreement. And possibly she's thinking negative thoughts about burning schools, and just has another sip, before she pops an ice cube into her mouth and crunches on it. "I mean, it's not like the cops were doing anything else about it." She does say mildly, flicking her fingers to the floor. It's definitely an alcoholic drink. Sorry Geoff, Gina dipped into your stash.

To Harper, she can only shrug, "Not a bad choice. But I'm just surprised they didn't just fuck it out entirely beneath the desk. Though maybe."

Harper twists to look at Geoff as he shares what he's learned, a smile touching at her lips. She reaches for her drink on the coffee table where it sat through the entire movie and takes a sip. Mmm. Watery rum and coke. "I think it's equally amazing that they all then left the HDIC alone there at the end. He didn't even get a promiscuous sex scene first. How is that even fair? Was it the cigar?"

She takes another sip of her drink while watching Gina's progression of expressions with some fascination. "I think they were wearing their virginity rocks underwear and stopped to go tell their story to dubious police officers, though that might have made it somehow a threesome. Otherwise, I don't know how overly-jaunty-hat-girl reunited with them." She flickers a look over at the puppy who is now passed out and breathing heavily as puppies are wont to do.

Geoff reaches to take the bottle of jack and just takes a deep swig from the bottle, the movie deserves at least that much, using the bottle to gesture to the screen he says "So I think the most amazing part of all of this is that somehow in an era where every horror movie was greenlit to get a sequel, and this was obviously set up for it, it never got one. So we'll never be able to learn what happened to the maniacs, or what caricatures they were planning for the second one...Which you know they had to be planning more there."

"The sequel would've tried to give backstory. And plot. ANd reasons. Probably for the best." Gina says dryly, in response to Geoff's words. But then she upnods towards the TV, "Think the kid was supposed to be like, ten or something. Despite being probably a petite twenty six." Gina grabs another napkin, wiping her fingertips. "Still, good choice, Geoff."

Harper downs the rest of her R&C in a few swallows, then shifts out from under Geoff's arm to face Gina, settling beside him with her knees bumping up against the side of his leg. She holds out her now-empty glass to Geoff for a bit of what he's drinking. "I'll drink to that." She thinks about what he's said and Gina's theory about what would be problematic about a sequel and simply smiles. "The twenty-six year old kid somehow could get information on all kids in all schools and travel to whichever one she wanted to at will and in the middle of school days. On her bike. She had their home addresses, too. Maybe she was a neon-something, herself."

"It was the eighties. Shit was weird then." Ginan looks to Geoff and Harper, a slightly curious expression on her face, "You guys never did the eighties thing while you've been here?" She asks, seeming mildly surprised. "It sucks balls. Glad it doesn't come up too often." Gina remarks, glancing down at teh heaving puppy and then back at Harper. "But I dunno. Maybe the chick maniacs are the only ones who end up not looking fucked up."

Harper tips her head faintly and considers Gina. "What eighties thing?" There's an eighties thing? "I'm going to concur with your theory about chick maniacs."

Geoff shakes his head slowly "No, I've never done the eighties thing yet...Have you done slasher villain thing yet where you're the one that has to off everyone?" he pauses then asks "Would I sound psychotic if I said it's kind of cathartic? Not in a I'd ever do this in real life, but the people dreams throw at you are little shits." rubbing at his chin thoughtfully he says "I'm going to agree, the chick maniacs all just look normal."

"Yeah, back in fifth grade. And I think ninth? More of a haunting thing, though. Learned early I didn't really have the strength to pull off a straight stabbing with the guys." Gina says casually, as if that is an entirely reasonable and normal conversation about one's childhood, as she breaks off another piece of chocolate to enjoy. Mmm. Fancy good chocolates. "Not the best few weeks. Mostly forgot how I got through it. But it was better than the Poe shit that happened back in 2005."

Harper's gaze flickers from Gina to Geoff and she simply tips the bottle he's holding to pour some of the Jack into her empty glass. "Oh. The eighties thing. Nope. Haven't done it. Nor have I had the pleasure of the psychotic experience. I'm still hoping for some lessons to do that one right." She considers. "I've done the inferno thing. I've done the and-then-there-were-none thing, the torture-chamber thing, and the watch-someone-you-care-for-suffer-and-die thing more times than I'd like to remember." Among others that she doesn't care to recite. Words have power.

Harper quiets to listen to Gina's experiences with no small amount of fascination. Getting through it? "I think it's like any traumatic and acute pain. Once it's past, the mind hides the full force of the memory of it. Sometimes I think that's what insanity is: remembering all the pain."

Geoff nods slowly "Yeah some of these dreams take a while to get past and learn to deal with. Also It's always fun when you get one that can be handled in a similar fashion so you can go through it easily." Of course he gives Harper's hand a reassuring squeeze after she recounts those dream, "It's been a while since I got dragged into a dream and I'm not going to complain."

Gina gives a small snort at Harper and Geoff's words. "Not really trauma. It's just childhood." She points out, finishing off her drink. "Anyway, I'm gonna go see if that raspberry rum sauce is good on toast. You got anything that's not wonderbread, Geoff?" Completely uncaring of Geoff's preferences or desires, she wanders towards the kitchen, apparently to just-- raid it entirely.