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Lorika accepted the cookie; a "thanks" was not needed, being one of those mutually understood things between best friends. Besides, she was preoccupied with thought. "What about...fake people?" She wondered out loud. "Like...characters. People in stories who never existed, but have a detailed enough account of their 'life' for a reconstruction of memories; it is memories that make a mind, after all, other than the hardware." She paused to consider her own ideas, decided it was good and safe enough, then continued. "If you mess up, well, they never existed to begin with, so you wouldn't be destroying anything more than what they already 'have'." The frown threatened to return once again as she chewed on the cookie; why did this sound...not right? Surely logic proves otherwise...

"'like science only not'?" Lorika repeated in amusement. "Seriously, I don't know how your thought process works, and I don't plan on finding out." She took the last bite of cookie and clapped her hands together to clean off the crumbs. "Now there's a project worth studying: How Mare's Brain Works," she teased half-heartedly, mind still elsewhere.

"Well...do you remember what happened in Wonderland with that rabbit?" She pressed on the previous subject, not ready to let it slide away just yet. "And you know how there are books here on Gaia about Wonderland, only it is merely thought of as a place that didn't exist? Many worlds are connected this way, through stoies that no one ever thought of as real. It should be enough to just take the data from the book, or movie, or whatever, and reconstruct memories that way; those are usually fairly accurate accounts, and the things not mentioned in the original media will usually be revealed during the process, one way or another." She paused there, to make sure that Mare understood the entire thing. A fat load of good it'll do if she lost her friend half way through.

Just the reaction Lorika'd expect from her friend. "Alright, recap. Basically, you can take the information on a certain 'person,' such as Snow White, from a book," she laid her palms out in front of her for emphasis, "and use those information to re-construct a complete map of Snow White's memories." A pause to let it sink in. "And because all memories of the same person, real or no, reconstructed or original, are connected to one another like links in a chain, bringing up these 'fake memories' will pull out more things that were not mentioned in the book. The process will work, because all memories, except in very special cases, have ties to darkness. And by using darkness and those initial memories you have reconstructed, you can get the whole picture." No need to mention the risks; they've tampered with darkness often enough, Mare should know the risks, do's, and don'ts by now. "This is a bit complicated, but it's alot easier than constructing a completely new set of memories in order to capture a conciousness."

"Here, Mare," Lorika stretched out her hand toward her friend's injured one. "Lemme heal that; no telling what kind of nasty infection might find its way in there at work." She thought about it for a moment; the darkness is not exactly nice and giving, but it can be negotiated with. "Sure," she shrugged, "I don't see a problem with it, so long as you don't abuse it. The darkness has been known to be rather spiteful." Yeah, like half the worlds that have a problem with it have done something bad to it to begin with. "just be careful with it, watch the sentimental stuff, don't tred on anyone's toes, and things should work out fine. Of course, I wonder how Doctor Sychko will feel about you working withsuch things, but we'll have to wait for that one."

"Accidents happen," Lorika stated simply. Fun?! You gotta be kidding me... "What, you think I have more fun with those nutcases than with you? Not a chance, dear," she replied, gladly accepting the hug. "Work's work, and I don't have any bright ideas like you do to apply for my own project." Yeah, because there'd be no point in searching for answers you already know, she thought, smirking at the pure "poetic-ness" of it.

"Hey, did my PS3 get here yet? I didn't see a package down at the front, but maybe you've picked it up already?"

Lorika didn't exactly melt over the puppy face, but she petted her best friend's head anyways. "Come on, now, I've told you before, I have active immunity to that. And besides, it'll look a whole lot better on a six-year-old." She tapped Mare's nose in mock-scolding. "Of course I'll let you play, but you've got to be good! We've talked about this. Button mashing is fine, it helps you stay alive in DoA and all, but NO excessive controller abusing."

She thought about the second question for a moment; then it came. Kingdom Hearts. So THAT's where she heard about Riku, minus the itty bits she learned in the actual world. "You haven't even played that series; why ask about it all of a sudden?" Lorika mused. "Anyways, it's not exactly 'new' anymore. Been out a few months. But, yeah, I'll be getting it soon, just for the heck of it." Yeah, after she already knew all the important things that're to happen. "But I'm not letting you play the second one until you've finished the other two! You'll just get hopelessly lost in the Prologue if you just go on with it."

"Well, I tried to!" Lorika replied in her own defense. It's not exactly hard to see why Mare never got past anything important. Heck, she probably won't even remember enough to figure out the password to DiZ's computer. No wonder she didn't realize Riku's significance.

"Ok fine, you can watch, but try not to give any 'advice' on where to go next?" It was hard to tell whether Lorika was merely teasing or been serious. It's quite hard to get lost in KHII, perhaps maybe in the Underworld if you're disoriented. But Mare'll find a way to get lost in Yen Sid's tower, no doubt. "We'll have to wait for the PS3 to get here, at least. I was silly enough to bring over my whole collection and forgot the PS2 back on Misleh's ship. Remind me to go pick it up sometime; I want food, at this moment." In times of peace, food goes before anything. That's a given.

"Key word: sometimes," Lorika replied smoothly, not faltering for a moment. She decided not to push the argument further, been that, well, it's Mare right there. If she got mad, she'll go all pouty-face for a week and then they'll have to do something to compensate. "But that was a really good one with the puppies right there," she agreed, hoping it'll be enough to satisfy Mare for now.

"Yep, pasta's good." She hopped off the counter then, heading toward the living room in search of her GameBoy Advance SP. No reason, really, just this sudden urge...