Practical Philosophy, Friday

[endsthegame]

"It's been a calm week," said Ender, sitting as he was underneath a tree on the lawn. The usual spread of sandwiches and drinks was set out before everyone on the blanket.

"I've always found that this place inspires dread when it's quiet," he said, taking a thoughtful sip of his water. "That sense of 'something will happen, sometime, and we don't know when'."

He set his bottle down.

"But I'm told I'm a paranoid person," he said. "I'm curious about your experiences. Does Fandom have you sitting on the edge of your seat, alert and aware anything can happen? Or do you take a more easygoing approach - whatever will be, will be? Or has the island simply not given you anything to be fearful of, because you're used to worse?"

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Re: Talk.

[craic_killer]

"At the flower shop," Clare said, "though I don't know too much about flowers yet. But if Dennis can run that shop in Derry and he's an eejit, I can certainly handle it for a few hours on a Thursday."

Re: Talk.

[endsthegame]

"I think you'll be fine," Ender said. "Selling things is just... selling things, in the end."

Re: Talk.

[craic_killer]

Clare nodded. "As long as I don't accidentally order American flags that are pink and purple and have only 30 stars and then try to pretend like 20 states left the United States and only I had heard about it, I think I'm doing alright."

That was a strangely specific example, Clare.