"Sonny, if you suddenly decided to go to the Bahamas, I'd start worrying someone had swapped bodies with you," Deb says, and then makes a face because knowing Chicago, that could probably happen. She waves him off. "Fine, fine. Just remember you're missing out on magic."
Truthfully, Deb lived in Florida her entire life but only went to Disney World twice, neither time of her own particular volition. She's always been more Nightmare on Elm Street than Cinderella in her pop culture tastes.
His secret is safe with Deb, really. She's used to Dexter and his complete inability to express emotion in a functioning manner - compared to him, Sonny's damn near a Hallmark card.
Well, sort of.
"I am pretty persuasive," Deb says, smirking. "I'll write it up and give it to you to proofread."
In that sense, Deb has always been a skeptic. She guesses it has a lot to do with coming from a world whose only magic really is found in cartoons and Disney flicks, but it's also just innate in her to question everything. She believes in monsters, now; she believes in vampires, for fuck's sake - but only because she's seen them. Magic Rift-touched-finding-things work about the same way. "Really?" Deb teases, following him. "I thought it was your winning personality."
Semantics!
Deb snorts. "I'll your cat stories and raise you rapid-fire Spanish when you don't speak the goddamn language." Which, to be fair, is Deb's fault for never picking it up. She's hopeless with languages. "I think between the two of us we can keep verbal abuse of the locals to a minimum." Hopefully.
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Truthfully, Deb lived in Florida her entire life but only went to Disney World twice, neither time of her own particular volition. She's always been more Nightmare on Elm Street than Cinderella in her pop culture tastes.
His secret is safe with Deb, really. She's used to Dexter and his complete inability to express emotion in a functioning manner - compared to him, Sonny's damn near a Hallmark card.
Well, sort of.
"I am pretty persuasive," Deb says, smirking. "I'll write it up and give it to you to proofread."
In that sense, Deb has always been a skeptic. She guesses it has a lot to do with coming from a world whose only magic really is found in cartoons and Disney flicks, but it's also just innate in her to question everything. She believes in monsters, now; she believes in vampires, for fuck's sake - but only because she's seen them. Magic Rift-touched-finding-things work about the same way. "Really?" Deb teases, following him. "I thought it was your winning personality."
Semantics!
Deb snorts. "I'll your cat stories and raise you rapid-fire Spanish when you don't speak the goddamn language." Which, to be fair, is Deb's fault for never picking it up. She's hopeless with languages. "I think between the two of us we can keep verbal abuse of the locals to a minimum." Hopefully.