Looking ahead, what’s a longer-term goal of your character?

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I want Rue to find out exactly why her family tends to stick around when nobody else's really does (unless there's some weird shit going on, or unfinished business.) Despite being adopted (and never having met her birth parents in life) she's been able to stay in contact with her mom's side of the family through their apparitions / appearances, and though it's not the most conventional way to connect with family, it's something that she's sort of just used to at this point.

With the passing of her adoptive dad, she's sort of struggling with not being able to see him. She was in Seattle when it happened, and so she doesn't know if he's stuck waiting for her in a place she hasn't found yet, or if he had no reason to stick around. Usually, the former is what's real, but Rue is so used to being able to speak to those who she shares a connection with (be it love or blood) that it's confusing to her.

I think she'll need to learn how to deal with grief when she cannot just "bide her time" with it (ie: having relationships with ghostly forms of relatives, being close to them over the years etc) vs. not being able to have the closure she's used to having. I don't know if this answered anything at all, but girly is haunted in several different ways.

Could make a cool lamp.

A bird leg? A giant fucking bird leg? Are you fucking kidding me? Am I losing my mind? Is this still a dream? FUck-- I can't--- what the FUCK---

So... that thing in Wormwoods... huh.... cool..... what's that leg tree thing look like to uh... to anyone else? What the fuck does it matter what you say I'm clearly having another nightmare--

That would've been a better idea, but the tongs worked out. Had to throw them out, obviously. Maybe should've kept them for more pastie situations. [...] Isn't it? Ah, yeah, unfortunately. I say that with so much love in my heart, btw. This town is [...] what it is, you know? Well, it's about the same weather, but better mountains imo.

There's gotta be some like really long spatula or something that can be used to take care of the situation without having to actually touch anything. Forced to move back? How mysterious. This your hometown or something? Come on, what's Seattle got that good ol' WR doesn't? Besides a bustling city life and a lot more people, I'm sure.

What kinds of bugs though? Pistachios were, I'm pretty sure. Uh... maybe about [...] 5? I'm not sure. My hands are small too. Maybe about 15, maybe 5. It depends how fresh and good the pistachios are.

I already take the oreos and the bugs. If I trade for the oreos and the bugs, I have another way to get the oreos and bugs. [...] The pistachios are expensive? [User Googles What is the price of the pistachios? followed by What is the price of the oreos? User compares the two.] That is good to know. How many pistachios do you think is equal to one pack of oreos and [...] "a bunch of bugs"? A handful of pistachios? Two handfuls of pistachios? For context, my hands are small.

Damn. :( How will I live... I'll never live.. to be as rich as you.

Not if I share. Which I would, just not with you. Because you're too jealous.

There are no ethical billionaires, so if you become one, you'd be just as bad as them. I mean, if you're about to go and impersonate Robin Hood then that's way different. But that wouldn't really be you being rich, would it?

Who said anything about capitalism? I'm getting my money by stealing it from billionaires.

Why would I be jealous of you? I'm not selling my soul to capitalism in the hopes the 1% will love me. Have fun with that though.

You're so jealous of me. It's sad. You're old and sad and jealous.

Only sometimes. Sometimes lies are needed, but not always. Can't say I understand your taste buds, but everyone has their own tastes, I guess.

Then again, they could be decent and our government has pushed us to picture them exactly as our history concludes; take, take, take. Could be just that they want to borrow eggs, or something. Maybe they've never seen kangaroos and are interested.

I was put into debt for this brain. Rue. What about you?

It's a harsh world. Better to tell the truth than mince words, don't you think? Boiled tomatoes is fine, I think. It's the combination of flavors that upsets me more than anything, not the method of cooking.

I meant to imply they'd be looking for resources they need. Because you're right, besides for resources or eternal takeover for more... nefarious reasons, they would not care.

You seem pretty smart. What is your name?

Chicken breasts, maybe. More of a bone in, leg kind of gal. Buffalo, to be exact. Maybe lemon pepper if I'm in the mood.

Everyone's nipples are beautiful. There are no inferior nipples. Just inferior nipple pasties of unknown origin.

That doesn't sound like an avid breast enjoyer to me. It sounds like there are some breasts that you don't enjoy: the sort with dubious histories.

I didn't ask. It's likely that your nipples are inferior to mine, regardless. The pasties of a breast-hater are probably tactless.

To each their own. Oreos and bugs? You could pick bugs up on your own and I don't know, steal oreos. Uh, can't say that I do, but I'd say picking up your own bugs and stealing oreos is a better way to go about this than trading your pistachios. Those might be a hot commodity one day, especially because pistachios are disgustingly expensive.

I do not know that because I enjoy the sweet and salty combo. I will trade the chocolate covered pistachios for the right offer. I am trading some of the pistachios for oreos and bugs. Do you know someone who would want to offer more cookies and bugs to me?

Damn, we lost another one to the bourgeois. Dream big.

Lame. I'm gonna be rich when I'm old.

Bringing back my last question: in this economy? Even old people are broke, dude. Don't know what to tell you.

Aren't you old?

Who in this economy has 15$?

Well, I need something from you. Money, specifically. Can I borrow $15?

That's literally the point. I mean, I wouldn't want somebody else doing it either. Was sort of forced to move back. Beginning to wonder if it's worth ignoring why and just go back to Seattle, honestly.

Yeah, you got a point there. Not fair to make a beautiful, hard working woman clean up someone else's star pasties. Never had a good experience in this town? Thats a shame. Honestly, a fair amount of my good times involved star pasties and/or pizza.

Fair enough, but now I have to remember, you know? Well, that's good to know. I'm glad somebody in this town has experienced something good. You know, star pasties and pizza places aside.

I thought it was quite an apt word for the circumstance. Something tells me that woman might not even recall where she left those stars that night. But you make a good point, I can confirm that at least one of the women who works at the local pizza place is quite a good time.

Titillating is actually the perfect word for that. Wouldn't expect you to be a narc, just would've been nice for them to take them home at the end of the night. What happened to writing down the number of the local pizza place for a good time?

Star shaped pasties? How titillating. Don't remember who put those up but do remember laughing when I saw it.

I don't need anything from you kid, don't worry. Plus it'd be a little weird to ask you to take the pasties off of the mirrors.

Well, you could have gotten out of it for the right price, but I'm not doing it now. Enjoy your nipple glue.