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<<OHMYGOSH, little plastic people?>> Margarita butted in, face squished in awe as she tried to imagine tiny people made of water bottles and soda rings -- the only type of plastic she had really encountered in her city life. It didn't even matter that such musings didn't even make a lick of sense, for inanimate objects rarely spontaneously came to life like that. In fact, she didn't realize she had been wandering around her thoughts again, even as she spoke a query toward the end of her endeavor instead of along the way, even as she absorbed the information she was receiving from Myrrh like a sponge in the rain, <<Gotta be uncomfortable for the hand, too. Some of those things are sharp! And all that water...>> She thought a moment longer before her mind branched off again; thinking too much like this always made her bored in the end, but it was inevitable that she would uncover the thoughts again at a later point in time at the most inopportune times. After all, it made great fodder to work with to get those strange looks from people that she always loved to cause! Perhaps she might even find the answers to a greater extent at a later time, but that was sometimes less than an achievement. Blissful ignorance was both a great tool as much as it was a great curse.

<<Great! I'll be sure to come out here whenever I'm in the area, then!>> the grimer cheerfully exclaimed, as though she felt she just became the accomplice of some great and powerful leader. Or secret agent. A ninja? Either way, she was ecstatic, and if she hadn't been aware of the fact that Myrrh was currently hiding from the buildings just behind them, she would have been much louder. Besides, no use bluffing too much ignorance when she just accomplished a great feat!

Under the dimness of the setting moon, it was hard to tell whether or not Margarita actually took offense at the statement. Eyes lowering, she put a finger to her mouth in thought, which may have looked a little depressed had it been on anyone else. However, despite the shortage of watts that seemed to light her brain, she was quick to understand -- perhaps she wasn't as idiotic as she may have portrayed herself, just slightly... more-than-a-little-ADHD. <<Hum, you're right. I'm no marathon runner. Or marathon walker... or crawler,>> she agreed before her eyes narrowed in curiosity, <<So do you... roll or something? Hop?>> She couldn't for the life of her figure out how a haunted rock was suppose to wander around so freely, but she did manage to evade her pursuers with relative ease!

Although Margarita wanted very much to be able to articulate what she was getting at with the observations she had made, any sensibility was lost when Myrrh tried to catch on. Her reaction was too much, and after a stint of staring blankly to reinforce her seriousness, it came crumbling in a fit of giggles. There was no hope at recovering her train of thought at this rate, she was in stitches at the confusion her friend portrayed despite the want to be perfectly clear with her at this point in time. Oh well, maybe she could get it together for the next time they met; for the time being, however, she would drop the subject, lest she say anything to annoy on accident.

<<Righty-o, Myrrh-Myrrh!>> she nodded enthusiastically as she caught her breath, excited about the next run-in with the master. Or... or hot air balloon? She gaped as the spiritomb took off, back home, and stumbled a few 'steps' forward, as though she were trying to get a better look at the odd sight. She had never seen such a thing! After a few moments of silence, watching as Myrrh floated away, she suddenly raised her hands as though in triumph over some sort of score. <<That is so COOL! Go on, be free!>> she called over, a goofy grin spreading across her face after the last of her words as she waved goodbye. Perhaps not what someone would expect as a 'see you soon,' but then again, this was a puddle of pollution that was dubbed 'Daisy' that was speaking. There was no 'normal' setting for this situation at all.

Peeking back into the the strange phenomenon that was clean water, Margarita pulled at the edges of her mouth and stuck her tongue out at her reflection. It was so weird to be able to see herself! Oh... oh wait, she had to be heading home now, didn't she? It didn't seem nearly as much fun out here now that there was nobody left to pester. Or... suppose she meant 'having an intense conversation.' Over tea. Mmmyesss. Strolling off toward where Nix and his other lackeys were temporarily stationed at, she pondered at how she could get herself a top hat.