[ Not exactly. He turns to her, showing her what he has in his hands. His expression is... bewildered, at first. Is this a good thing or not?!? ]
...Coupons.
Just... coupons for candy. Coupons for ice cream. Coupons for chocolate. [ He looks down to confirm this last one, then looks at Pyrrha again. ] Coupons for syrup?
[ Reaching down, she takes the coupon for syrup from him, examining it in more detail. The act puts them in proximity, her chin inches away from his shoulder. It’s a comfortable thing, however, not needing to be commented on unduly. Peering down at the coupon, Pyrrha reads out - ]
“Save two credits on your next purchase of Mrs. Lardsworth Pumpernickel and Raspberry Syrup, found in the coffee aisle.”
[ Seriously, Jaune. Your kneecaps will be forfeit if you even touch Nora’s diary. Gently, she relieves him of the rest of the coupons, sets them back in the drawer, and closes it with a soft click. Adding, then, ]
Besides, Nora keeps it very well hidden. Our room at Beacon was a lot smaller than this. [ If he hadn't accidentally stumbled upon her journal then... ]
Oh c'mon, it's not like I was gonna look, Pyrrha! I'm honourable, you know! [ He grew up with seven sisters, he has totally learned to respect ~SECRET DIARIES~ ]
Buuuuut... I'm just saying, like, what-- what if it fell, and it accidentally opened a page. And it revealed that she's a robot from the future.
[ Pyrrha has yet to meet Penny, after all, so she’s not yet adjusted to the worldbuilding-important detail that robots can have an aura of their own. Still, despite her own very utter certainly that this would never happen, Pyrrha gives up on her search for a moment to answer his question as legitimately as possible. ]
Well, in this situation, is that Nora our friend or our enemy? Why wouldn’t she tell us about who she really is?
[ “A robot from the future” can imply a number of different allegiances. ]
Well... maybe... [ This is a fun exercise in creative thinking, isn't it? He's just going to talk out of his ass here. Let the record show that he loves his team mate Nora to bits. ]
...maybe she's a robot from the future, sent back in time to destroy the savior of mankind before they have a chance to be born! The target? The future resistance leader's mother... Pyrrha Nikos!
Yeah... Yeah! You! [ He's circling her as he's elaborating on this blatant rip-off of a movie franchise. ]
Because think about it! Why not? I mean, this is supposed to be in the distant future, right? We probably wouldn't be around by then, but you... yeah, you're the strongest person I know today! It makes sense that it would be someone from your bloodline.
...Man, I should start charging for this stuff. But first I gotta write the rest of it!
...so, my daughter is the leader of the resistance.
[ It’s thoughtfully said, with a crease in her expression to match. Maybe, just possibly, being called the strongest person he knows has helped settle Pyrrha’s initial prickles regarding the scenario. Having abandoned her search for the take-out flyers for the moment, she leans against the counter.
Ren Jr. darts happily around Jaune’s feet before curling up to power down. SLEEP MODE is indicated by muted lights and a soft, mechanical snoring. ]
Well, if Nora can be programmed to come back through time and destroy me, maybe... her diary holds the clues for overwriting her directive. In that case, I guess we have to read it. For mankind.
[ Coming back down to Earth, she adds, playfully, ]
I hope you're going to credit Nora in your screenplay.
Meh. She'll probably rewrite the whole thing, make me out to be some guy from the future who saves you or whatever. [ Pssh. Like Pyrrha would need his help, that's ridiculous. Stupid movie. ] And then she'll write a bunch of sequels in which she's the main character.
Talk about a trainwreck, right? [ Truthfully, he will just forget about this whole script idea within five minutes or so. ]
[ The order is called out as she moves away, ducking into the bedroom to change. Work was long and she didn't even have a chance to put on her sweatpants before Jaune had greeted her with his latest crisis. If she gets her way, they're spending the evening on the couch, eating out of paper cartons. ]
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The Greek place?
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...Coupons.
Just... coupons for candy. Coupons for ice cream. Coupons for chocolate. [ He looks down to confirm this last one, then looks at Pyrrha again. ] Coupons for syrup?
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[ Reaching down, she takes the coupon for syrup from him, examining it in more detail. The act puts them in proximity, her chin inches away from his shoulder. It’s a comfortable thing, however, not needing to be commented on unduly. Peering down at the coupon, Pyrrha reads out - ]
“Save two credits on your next purchase of Mrs. Lardsworth Pumpernickel and Raspberry Syrup, found in the coffee aisle.”
[ Ew. Pyrrha barely bites back a grimace. ]
What else is in there?
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I feel like we're going through her own personal diary... --hey, what if we do find her diary? [ It's a scary thought. ]
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[ Seriously, Jaune. Your kneecaps will be forfeit if you even touch Nora’s diary. Gently, she relieves him of the rest of the coupons, sets them back in the drawer, and closes it with a soft click. Adding, then, ]
Besides, Nora keeps it very well hidden. Our room at Beacon was a lot smaller than this. [ If he hadn't accidentally stumbled upon her journal then... ]
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Buuuuut... I'm just saying, like, what-- what if it fell, and it accidentally opened a page. And it revealed that she's a robot from the future.
Do we just pretend we never saw it, orrr....?
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[ Pyrrha has yet to meet Penny, after all, so she’s not yet adjusted to the worldbuilding-important detail that robots can have an aura of their own. Still, despite her own very utter certainly that this would never happen, Pyrrha gives up on her search for a moment to answer his question as legitimately as possible. ]
Well, in this situation, is that Nora our friend or our enemy? Why wouldn’t she tell us about who she really is?
[ “A robot from the future” can imply a number of different allegiances. ]
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...maybe she's a robot from the future, sent back in time to destroy the savior of mankind before they have a chance to be born! The target? The future resistance leader's mother... Pyrrha Nikos!
That's so cool...
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...
[ ... ]
...—mother?
[ She can lead her own resistance, thank you very much! ]
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Because think about it! Why not? I mean, this is supposed to be in the distant future, right? We probably wouldn't be around by then, but you... yeah, you're the strongest person I know today! It makes sense that it would be someone from your bloodline.
...Man, I should start charging for this stuff. But first I gotta write the rest of it!
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[ It’s thoughtfully said, with a crease in her expression to match. Maybe, just possibly, being called the strongest person he knows has helped settle Pyrrha’s initial prickles regarding the scenario. Having abandoned her search for the take-out flyers for the moment, she leans against the counter.
Ren Jr. darts happily around Jaune’s feet before curling up to power down. SLEEP MODE is indicated by muted lights and a soft, mechanical snoring. ]
Well, if Nora can be programmed to come back through time and destroy me, maybe... her diary holds the clues for overwriting her directive. In that case, I guess we have to read it. For mankind.
[ Coming back down to Earth, she adds, playfully, ]
I hope you're going to credit Nora in your screenplay.
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Talk about a trainwreck, right? [ Truthfully, he will just forget about this whole script idea within five minutes or so. ]
--And hey, you never know, it could be a boy.
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[ With a self-assured smile, she reaches into the last unchecked drawer... and pulls out the Gyros 'N' Stuff menu! Victory. ]
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Well! She'll be great either way.
[ Now... his eyes fixate on the menu this time. He's the one taking care of it, after all! But... what to get? ]
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[ The order is called out as she moves away, ducking into the bedroom to change. Work was long and she didn't even have a chance to put on her sweatpants before Jaune had greeted her with his latest crisis. If she gets her way, they're spending the evening on the couch, eating out of paper cartons. ]