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<span class="mu-r">“You’re a lifesaver! I wish you were around when I lost my keys the other day.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Try a key hook, instead. It’ll save us both a headache.”</span> she replied, placing her hands on her hips. There was a slight smile playing across her indelicate features.
<span class="mu-r">“Speaking of headaches, remind me to buy that girl some pants with pockets.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“And here I thought you enjoyed dressing amnesiac girls in spray-on pants.”</span> Callisto said, without any discernible malice.
<span class="mu-r">“I didn’t really have a say in the matter when they were dressing her up.”</span> you shot back.
<span class="mu-r">“On the bright side, though, I heard that they’re self cleaning.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“So she’s going to be wearing the same clothes every day, then. What do we do if they start to smell?”</span> she asked.
You gave her a shrug.
<span class="mu-r">“Maybe it’ll have a tag with dry cleaning instructions. But more importantly, I think we might need to have a talk with Iara about responsibility. At least where other people’s stuff is involved.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“That’s Glass’ problem, now. Let him be the one to talk to her.”</span> Callisto said, frowning a bit.
<span class="mu-r">“Are you guys still arguing?”</span> you asked.
Callisto turned to stare off into the distance. You followed her gaze to find Joy playing a friendly game of tennis with Beak. Despite her not even being a year old, she was doing quite well.
<span class="mu-g">“It’s just…I still see the old Iara when I look at her. It’s hard for me to disassociate the two, you know?”</span>
You nodded slowly. Iara admitted to having a decent chunk of her old memories, but she never once felt like the person she was seeing in those memories was truly “her”. In her words, it was sort of like watching a dream unfold before your very eyes.
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah, I get you. All we can do is help her along and make sure nothing else bad happens to her.”</span>
After a moment, Callisto sighed and nodded as well.
<span class="mu-g">“Yeah, yeah. I’ll talk to Glass about it. Knowing him, though, he’s probably already brought it up to her.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Fingers crossed.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“And he’s better with that stuff, anyway. It takes a special sort of person to stay patient with someone after they’ve stripped you butt naked, mid-air, in front of an entire studio audience mutants.”</span> Callisto rationalized.
<span class="mu-r">“Right…”</span> you said, not at all fooled by her deflection.
She wasn’t exactly wrong, but you couldn’t help but feel like she was creating yet another reason to avoid interacting with Iara.
For her sake, you decided to change the subject.
<span class="mu-r">“So…are you planning on starting an All-Morlock Tennis Team?”</span> you asked, gesturing at the others.
<span class="mu-r">“Because I feel like I got gypped! I put in my application forever ago, and you never followed up.”</span>
Callisto chuckled and slung a racket over her shoulder.
<span class="mu-g">“What can I say? You’ve got some stiff competition this year.”</span>
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