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"My parents..? Nah. Yours?""
"I'm.. I don't know how to continue on with this."
"..I'm psychic. I can see the future."
Within 24 hours.. Hmph. I'm still doing it."
"What..?"
"Not until I die tragically of pnuemomia."
He crossed his arms. "Right. Wedding day.."
"What on Earth are glow grills?"
"Not anymore?"
"Well.. I am very frustrated as well."
"Oh God.. Okay.."
"You definitely worry." She grinned. "There's no denying it."
"Oh, I will."
"O-Oh.. Right. Yes."
"..All your money says Aubrey's gonna end up being a worrier like you."
I'm not scared either! I'll show you."
"Natalia?" She paused, squinting. "I knew I was magic.."
"Definitely not, but now neither are you!"
"A pigeon! Messenger pigeon!" She grinned excitedly. "The ship?!"
"Me?! You started it!"