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Adults are weird, but they were not normal adults.
They saw me as a weapon. The kind you sale to people.

I do not think you cook it, no. It has to be cold.
I could go to the library and find a cookbook.

[ Oh. Right. She had mentioned that she had powers and things, the ability to protect people; all that super hero stuff. They always had shitty origin stories, didn't they? Was he supposed to say that? Was that rude?

How does he handle this? ]

That's fucked up.

[ Nailed it. Bill Denbrough: Smoothest 12 Year Old Around ]

Right. So probably just chopping a lot of stuff up and mixing it together. Like fruit salad.
A cookbook sounds like a good idea.

So I have heard. It's ok though.

[It's really not. But hey, she's not a very smooth 11-year-old, she understands.]

I think so. It is close enough.
Would you like to meet outside of the library?

If you say so.

Sure. I think I can find my way there.

Good. I will meet you there.

:)

[Look at that! She remembered a nice little smiley.

But make no mistake, she'll be patiently lingering outside of the library for him.

Gotta get our cooking skills in order, so she doesn't burn more pancakes again.]

[ He's squinting at the smile, even tilts his head, and that's when it hits him what it's supposed to be. Is this like the chatspeak that Eddie told him about? Wild.

It's not too long before Bill arrives at the library too, and while he realizes he has no idea what Laura looks like, it doesn't take long to find a girl who's relatively close to his age and assume it's her.

... Shit, he has to ask though. Hopefully her name isn't as hard to say as Eddie's. ]

L-L-L-Laura...? [ Eyyyy, not so bad. ]

[The girl in a cool-ass horse shirt is patiently waiting with one headphone in (and rap music blaring from the free earbud) before she turns toward her name. If he's concerned with first impressions, the straight-faced girl doesn't seem to have any concerns with his stutter as she gives him her full attention.]

Sí, me llamo laura.

You are Bill?

[ The way she doesn’t even react to his stammering makes Bill almost instantly and visibly relax, a grin spreading on his face rather quickly. He nods in confirmation, and while he may not speak any Spanish, he’s smart enough to get what me llama might mean. ]

Th-that’s me. I luh-like your shhh-irt.

[She smiles, just the faintest little quirk of her lips as she plucks the front of her shirt.]

Thank you; I like horses a lot.

[Translation: she motherfucking loves horses like nobody's business.

But that's not quite her way of saying things, so.]

There's a thrift shop, and you can buy a lot of shirts there with nice designs.

...

Or steal them. But if the cats catch you, they make you put it back.

[ Steal them makes his eyes widen just slightly, because Bill Denborough has never stolen anything in his life, thank you. ]

C-Cats?

[ No one's talked to him about those, clearly. ]

[Yeah, Bill, she's what you'd call a killah shoplifting thug.

At his confusion, though, she answers promptly and helpfully:]

They're the police here.

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