[She's quick to answer, swinging the door open with a smile and standing out of the way so he can come in.]
Hi.
[The apartment itself is cluttered but neat. There's a quilt draped over the back of the couch and what some might call an absurd number of throw pillows decorating the couch and chairs. A half-empty mug of tea and a paperback copy of Carrie sit abandoned on the little end table between the couch and the chair. There aren't any photos on display because she doesn't have any of the people she'd want to see.
The kitchen counter is bare aside from a tupperware container of cookies and the bottle of champagne she'd found inside a gift box the other day.]
[Jason is there with a pizza balanced on one hand. With a grin, he heads in when she opens the door for him and settles the box on the kitchen counter before popping the lid.]
Pepperoni with stuffed crust pizza delivery!
[He turns with a grin, clearly in a much better mood than the last time they met.]
[Maybe it was the constant training back home or perhaps the whole being 'a growing boy' bullshit, but Jason has quite an appetite, though primarily for fast food.]
See, it feels like stealing, you get that adrenaline rush, but you're allowed to walk out with anything. Why not a whole pizza?
[She's been here for nearly a year, and it still feels a little wrong to just take things and walk out of places. He's not wrong, though. It is kind of fun.]
Well... for one, I can't eat a whole pizza in one sitting!
[Jason enjoys the pinch of adrenaline he experiences when he grabs something out of the mart. Maybe it's not the same as stealing, but it sure feels like it.]
The place I came here from didn't do money either.
[It did have ghosts powering everything, though, at least in the beginning. The way the shops are set up feels about the same as it did there. Unfortunately, that means that most of the excitement of just taking things has worn off... but it's better than nothing.]
[She takes another bite and spends entirely too long chewing in an attempt to hide the fact that she's stalling. Mostly, she's trying to decide how to explain without sounding like she's completely out of her mind.]
I died, and then I woke up somewhere else. There wasn't any money, but we had to wait in line for things anyway.
Well, there's these things called Lazarus Pits back home. You drop a dead person in one and they come right back.
[Jason shakes his head, pretty sure he wouldn't want to be brought back as some weird crazed zombie. Not that he really understands what the Lazarus Pit does.]
Guess that's a good thing. Who wants to remember dying?
I think Bruce said they're all sealed except for two. One's with this weird guy out in the alps and the other one is unknown.
['Weird guy' being R'as al Ghul and 'the alps' being a random mountainous region that Jason can't remember off the cuff.]
That sucks. [Jason genuinely wants to help Chrissy feel better and considers relating his own near-death experience.] Trust me, you probably don't want to remember all the details.
[Chrissy's going to assume so, at any rate. At least if they're all out of the way or protected somehow, it seems less likely that things can go wrong.]
Yea. [That's not technically all she remembers, but it is the part that's the easiest to explain. And really, she doesn't want to dump a bunch of weirdness on him right now.] You're probably right. Hearing about it after the fact was more than enough.
The boy everyone blamed for it. He was there, but it was something else.
[In hindsight, maybe she shouldn't have invited herself into Eddie's life that way. It was desperation that led her to that picnic table, after all, and if it hadn't been Eddie, it would have been someone else.]
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