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Library, Saturday

Ahsoka hadn't needed the radio to know something was up. The Force hung heavy and foreboding, and itched in her teeth and montrals, again. She was just glad that she wasn't having those kind of dreams this time. Yet.

She distracted herself by reordering the books, and refilling the caf.

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There was a long pause as Peridot squinted up at Jenkins.

"There are slugs?"

Look, Peridot had just gotten wind of there being something going on, and she had been planning on spending her time in the library anyway, as it was a quiet and productive place to be. Nobody had told her about slugs.

Pumpkin, meanwhile, looked up at Jenkins in confusion. He didn't know her? She knew him!

"Quite a few," Jenkins said. "Though I suppose as . . . some sort of goblin? You wouldn't necessarily have noticed."

Peridot was quiet for a long moment.

"As a Gem," she said, finally, squinting at him. "Are you another Jenkins?"

Did humans actually have more than one of each type and they'd been pulling her leg this whole entire time?

"I am. You're familiar with multi-universal theory?"

Peridot paused, and then nodded, slowly.

"Sort of," she allowed. "My Earth isn't the same Earth as this Earth. That's about the extent of my experience with it."

She'd kind of just assumed that there were two of him. Maybe more. Maybe they really did grow people in the ground here and there was some big human conspiracy to throw the Gem off the trail of their Kindergarten completely.

Really, how could she ever know for sure? Just wait until she met a set of identical twins.

"Close enough," Jenkins decided. "I'm from a version of Fandom much different from this one. My compatriots and I have come to save your world."

She would have so many 'I KNEW IT's and 'I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG's right up until somebody explained twins to her, yes.

Peridot's mouth formed a little o-shape.

"Oooooh." She blinked. "From the slugs?"

"Squishy things," Jenkins said. "Quite distasteful."

That wasn't what she'd asked, Jenkins.

"But no, actually. The cult that they came with."

"Ooooh," Peridot said, as though that explained everything. Then, "What's a cult?"

Honestly, half the people back where Jenkins came from asked that question on a regular basis. "A group of humans obsessed about some sort of person or objective," he said. "Frequently religious. They're extremely dangerous."

"Hence the world-saving," Peridot noted, and then nodded again.

That made much more sense.

"Well, Pumpkin isn't with them, she's with me. And she isn't a slug. She's a," she waved at the little gourd dog, "pumpkin."

Really, everyone should have one.

"A pumpkin," said Jenkins. "Ah yes, of course! . . . I could have sworn they were inanimate."

"Apparently they usually are," Peridot replied, shrugging, "but I've heard the same thing said around here about Gems, so I'm not so sure."

"There are apparently rock elementals under the island." Oh sure, he remembered that throwaway fact from yesterday, but had lost track of what pumpkins were. "But yes, most often they're simply rocks."

"... Rock elementals?"

What were those and could Peridot meet them? Please?

"So the angry blonde in the trenchcoat tells me."

And now Peridot was looking around for an angry blonde in a trenchcoat.

It would help if she knew what a trenchcoat was.

Or a blonde.

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