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"Hm. I'm interested," he said, looking down at her with what might have been pride. "When can you get a prototype going?"
"Yeah, but I'm not claiming crazy facts. You don't even know what he is!"
"You don't know that. You weren't around when the dinosaurs were," she responded, an easy grin crossing her mouth.
He squinted at her for a moment, but it was more thoughtful than anything else. "Do you think you could make it that realistic?"
"He has feathers," she countered, following him. "You know who else had feathers? Dinosaurs. He's in the land where dead things live. You know...
He came out a few minutes later. He had always had dark circles under his eyes, but if she looked closely, she would notice that they were...
She nodded, satisfied as she slipped her hands in her pockets. "A dinosaur. Got it."
"Everything's fine," he replied. "Go back to work."
"Ker isn't a dinosaur? Then what is he?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear.
There was a silence for a moment before he called out a reply. "Yes, Aspen?"
"They didn't? Is it because you had a dinosaur and they didn't?" she teased, raising one eyebrow.
A bell chimed, and there came a small explosion behind the Door. The Door, as she had been firmly instructed on her first day, was one she would...
"You were in such close connections with the mafia that you felt comfortable making a joke with them? Who are you?"
"Oh, hardly," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Don't push your luck, Aspen." He stood up and headed to his back room. "Get brainstorming."
She laughed for the first time, a low, warm laugh. "Why would you do that?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "I didn't, Aspen. It wasn't around when I was your age."
"The mafia?" Adeline exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Why?"
"Build something spectacular," he replied, a glint in his eye.
She frowned skeptically at him, raising one eyebrow at him. "You can't remember how you were shot?"
"No," he said, amusement in his voice. "But I think you can try."
