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A yea- *She stops herself. Best not think about it too hard.*

You want to do something fun? I, well, know a few fun things around town. After you eat. I could even teach you to bake, a bit.

It was a fun year, and he's been through worse.

I know how to bake, the problem is not eating the ingredients first.

*She cringes anyhow.*

Oh... So, I take it that's a no go. Movies? Theme parks, or are lines a bad idea?

Lines are dull, and I've seen all the good movies out right now. I could take you somewhere new, though, if you'd like?

Huh? *She blinks* What do you have in mind?

Well, my homeworld is gone. But any other planet out there is fair game.

I'm sorry. *That's the first thing she says, then she catches what he's offering.* You're offering to take me to space?

*She has to shake her head to process this.* I-I'd really love to see another planet. But, why would you want to- But, yes- Unless we'd be gone for a long time, I have school in a month, but hold up... *She shakes her head once more. This is a whole manner of ridiculous. But, space and adventure and-*

I'd like to go. If you want the company and if we aren't gone to long. Is Mars a good place? *Maybe Harry wasn't the only one missing marbles.*

Not enough air on Mars right now. I can take you somewhere similar, though; hold on to this. *And he takes out what could almost be a clunky wristwatch.*

*After a moment of hesitation, she takes hold of the wrist watch. Hopefully it wasn't a laser.* T-thank you...

Welcome.

*And then they're in a desert town on a distant world, a dozen species of alien walking by. Some looked almost Time Lord, while others had more feet than hands or no feet at all.* What do you think?

*For a moment she just looks at this like it's totally normal. Then she pinches herself. Then she gasps.* Holy shit... We're really in space?

*She looks around, at the sky with two moons, at the oddly limbed aliens, at the green sand.* This is amazing... Where are we even? What are these people called? Are they able to understand us?

*Kenny's seen strange things in her life, but another planet? Alien life? She didn't have words for that.*

This is K'zredinkoh, part of the Krilindo Meritocracy. And I know the local language, don't worry.

*Something that looks like a giant centaurpede crawls by, chatting animatedly with a singing, three-eyed little serpent. Bright red lizards glide by. A man with long horns is selling lavender fruit from a roadside stall.*

Do you like it?

I'll, uhm, take your word for it. And, well, probably ask about what that means a little later...

*Kenny has to stop from waving to the locals. That might be something offensive in their culture. Though she does smile at the three-armed purple woman trying to keep four kids from running up to the lavender fruit stall.*

We're on another planet, Harry. Alien life exists. And just... I don't know how to put it, but I'd have to be mad to not like this.

Thank you so much for taking me. And, I didn't even get to buy you cookies yet.

We can do that in a bit.

*He smiles at the antics of the little purple children and buys a fruit from the stall.* You're welcome.

What have I told you?

Not to do it, I know.

But it'd been over two weeks since I killed anyone, and the drums were absolutely screaming at me.

*She smiles*

So do you have a favorite place to visit around here?

Not especially. I used to like visiting the memorial for the Tunnahyl massacre, but after a while I started feeling too guilty.

*She takes a breath.*

So, I'm guessing you're responsible for that.

...Let's just walk around, then. *She glances across the market place* There seems to be a crowd gathering over there. Want to see what that's about?

Yeah. It was during one of my megalomaniacal phases, I was trying to take over the universe again.

Sure, why not?

You don't also happen to have an evil laugh and an affinity for making lengthy speeches about your plans?

*She puts her hands in her pockets and starts to follow along after the crowd. They seem to be circling around something, but even on her tip toes the girl can't exactly see over their heads.*

I have an evil laugh. I've figured out that lengthy speeches are a bad idea, though.

*Pinching herself, Kenny finds that no, this is not just some strange dream.* Uhm... wow... well then... *She starts to giggle and can't really stop.* This is one ridiculous day.

I'm glad to help.

*She slowly calms down.* ...Sorry, that was rude of me.