-- BUT YOUR WINGS ARE BEAUTIFUL && [nell]

Nell threw down her card, fanning her hand out again as she reclined in the chair. Her father sat opposite, gazing at his hand with a bored expression on his face. ”That’s not possible, Nell.” She shook her head and continued to wait for his move. He was the kind of person that stood up and walked around during chess, had a cup of coffee, and then made the simplest move. Go wasn’t supposed to be a game like that, even though it was considered one of the hardest board games in existence. Not even computers can get a guarenteed win. And she liked to move as quick as she could for the amount of time those games could go on for. ”How is it not possible? You don’t know. It would make sense if we went far enough into space we’d find another parallel universe.” he asked as he threw his own card on the kitchen table. She took the pile and pushed it to the side. ”Because there is no ‘edge’ to the universe,” he replied. ”I’m not saying there is. All I’m saying is wormholes.” Everything between the two needed to turn into a debate, of course. It’s what they spent most of their time doing, luckily keeping it in the realms of academia most of the time. She won the game, and he got up then, his silent announcement that he was done. She packed up, putting her cards back in her bag before going over to the sink and pecking her father on the cheek.

Luckily, her father wasn’t too far away from her own home, so it was a short drive. She saw the Aventador in the garage, telling her that Josh and Annabel should be home. Entering through the door, she kicked her shoes off and unwraveled the scarves from around her neck. Two of them, to be exact. The cold did not treat her well at all. After getting down to her sweater and jeans, she slid he way into the kitchen, enjoying the frictionless floor. She saw Annabel sitting with her work all about, being a good little freshie, and smiled as she swung open the fridge door. ”Yo, yo, mana.” Nell tried not to go bilingual on people if they didn’t know the language, so she had to tell the girl before that it meant sister. The Earth graduate didn’t get her kicks from confusing people. She guessed that the girl was tired from the impressive yawn, and nodded when she restarted the question. ”Yeah. I only had morning classes today. Spent some time with my father.” She kept her private life private, but Annabel was part of her private life. She lived with the girl, co-existed with her, so Nell liked to make her privy to her whereabouts. She didn’t like going off withotu anyone knowing where she’d be. And hey, Annabel was already considered family, so she deserved to know about Nell’s…relatives. Nell wasn't in the habit of referring to them as her family. Her last name was Shepherd, and she guessed that in the future it'll be Dale, so she'd effectively cut all ties with anyone else. They did not exist.

Her assumption had been right about the yawn, and she grinned as she pulled out a can of Tang from the fridge. She could afford better than Tang, but she was rather fond of it. She turned her head so that she wouldn’t be speaking to the fridge when she said, ”Maybe you should take a nap. Just make sure it stays within the confines of an hour. Otherwise you’re screwed.” Pushing it meant waking up half-delirious, even more so thanks to the fact that it could possibly be dark outside. ”Where did Josh get off to?” she asked. Probably around the house, but she couldn’t be sure of exactly what he was doing. Nell gave a soft hum of affirmation, before asking, ”You in the mood for anything? Can’t make up my mind.” She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so she could eat the fridge itself at this point. Even though she didn’t think that would be particularly appetizing. She closed the fridge with her butt when Annabel mentioned elemental history. It was freshman stuff, right? Nell went around to peeer over the girl’s shoulder and said, ”Nah man. Apparently my teachers don’t agree with my theory that elementals originated from prehistoric elephants that held competitions of strength and tenacity.” Said with a completely straight face, of course. Elemental history? Well, that was something she had to wedge her senior year of high school. Constant cramming. Serious now, she patted her arm with the back of the hand holding her can and said, ”Yeah, I could help you out. What’ve you been having issues with?” She tutored Emmett, but that was in math. Still, Nell liked to believe she was usueful in the department of assisting others.

Nell smiled at the girl's words, enjoying listening to her speak of her gripes. "One day, you'll be in college and then you'll realize the necessity of morning class...so you can work on all the papers due the next day." Her professors really loved papers, as a matter of fact. At the question of her father, she scratched her head. "Not too good. He's been ill for a while, and the winter weather isn't treating him well." As usual when speaking of personal things like that, it was with a nonchalance to show that it did not bother her much at all, when it really did. She caught the almost-cuss that came from the thirteen-year-old's mouth and looked up at the ceiling as if making a plea to God to keep this girl's innocence in tact. She was friendly, meaning she could make friends with all the wrong sorts of people. And if she got a mouth on her...okay, well, Nell couldn't say anything about that. She hung around a lot of people and kept the f-bomb out of her vocabulary. "Probably not a good idea then," she said, brushing it off easily. She didn't nap herself because it felt like she would be missing a chunk of the day. Especially after last winter, when she had taken naps along with sleeping in. She didn't want to admit to herself that she feared a relapse if she started getting into the habit of napping. It was a similar theory as to why she didn't sleep after drinking sherry until she knew the alcohol had left her system.

The Earth girl nodded to show that she'd heard, fussing with the can to open it in a way that didn't mess up the paint on her nails. Her friend had done them for her and it would be a shame for all that hard work to go to waste. She settled with cracking the tab back with her teeth, and looked at it with a satisfied grin before making a soft 'hmm' noise in her throat when Annabel spoke again. "Then we need to get some food in you, pronto." Was this a family thing or something, the fact that they didn't eat much? Or did she just have high-standards because she ate absurdly large meals whenever she could? There was a time when she didn't have the luxury, and another time when she didn't even feel the desire to, but she liked to push that away. "Breakfast sounds good to me." She had actually eaten breakfast, gotten Timmies as a matter of fact. The girl feared she may have had an addiction, but who didn't? Nell checked to make sure they had it before, she said, "Sausage it is! With pancakes, and bacon, and toast..." She really shouldn't have said that aloud, because now her stomach was grumbling. After retrieving all the ingredients, she stalled in her food making to speak to Annabel about her studies.

Nell chuckled, shaking her head when the girl questioned if she actually believe that. "Nope. I have a firm grip on history." But as Ford said, "History is bunk." Who knew what happened in prehistoric times for sure? All people had were conjectures based on evidence. And that was the fun of it. History was a puzzle. Her lips twitched into an expression of amusement when Annabel seemed stumped. She may have gotten past the "I must hug this creature until she pops," phase with the girl since she was a grown up teenager now, but she couldn't help the warm fuzziness. Nell tilted her head when Annabel drew back and tapped a finger against the notes. "Maybe you should stop taking notes in a language you don't know," she joked, before saying, "All right, let's see..." Her quick eyes scanned it, and she was glad to see that she had actually learned this stuff, if not brushed over it briefly. Not too much time could be spent on any one thing in her time of cramming, but she had went on her own to learn a little more. She hated how ignorant she was sometimes, that in some conversations she'd feel isolated by her lack of knowledge of the world.

She went over as much as she knew how before hearing her speak about learning theory to control her Water powers. Her heart went out to the girl. The Dale family was of Fire lineage, and she was sure they'd all been expecting Annabel to be the same. "Ah, c'mon, water's cool. You love swimming, right? Imagine how awesome you'll be when you master your powers. You'll be like a dolphin or something." She was friends with a lot of Water elementals, they knew how to have fun. But she understood it had not been what Annabel wanted. She wondered what the girl did want, or if she just wanted to be like her family. The question made Nell grin, which was strange considering how personal it was. "Nope. I'm the only Earth elemental in my family." She leaned forward a bit. "And darn proud of it, too." They might not have liked it, but she did. Partly because it was in direct contrast to her family. "It makes me unique, yanno? I can do things no one else in my family can." There was definitely a bright side to Annabel's abilities. Of course there was, they were great things! She just needed to see it, is all. Hopefully she wouldn't be too stuck on it, even though she had grown up around the Dales.

She chuckled at the girls response to the thing about morning classes, momentarily forgetting that she did indeed have a paper to do for Histology. It amazed her when she had papers for a science class, and she had been discussing it with her father when she'd gone over his house before it had devolved into a debate about the metaphysics of the universe. "Not usually," she admitted. "And if it does get interesting, I try to find ways to make it interesting." It rarely got boring for her because all one had to think of it was putting a lion into a new habitat at the zoo, with new scenery and toys to play with. Or better yet, releasing that lion into the wild. The Academy was her Savannah. "Yeah. But thanks. I just need to keep an eye on him." For a biochemist, he was bad at treating ailments, even his own. It was something they had in common, and she wondered what his reasoning was. Manly pride, she always settled on. He didn't want to make a big deal out of anything.

Everyone loved breakfast for dinner! Lunch. Or brunch? No, it's too late for brunch. Linner? Lupper? Nell just decided that breakfast foods were good at any time of day. And who delegated them to breakfast, anyway? Why couldn't you eat pancakes as a meal? Nell didn't get the reasoning, so she didn't think anyone had to adhere to those kinds of rules. "Bacon is great," Nell half-sang. And they had it, too! An entire package (that'd she'd be using all of). Nell in a state of ditzy glory barely even noticed the use of the word crap--did she say crap at that age?--and told her, "Working is hard on an empty stomach, yeah. That's why you should always have snacks." Nell's prescription for anything, of course. Snacks were the perfect remedy for all. She kept whatever she could in her bag. Often she had people come to her for food in the middle of the day, because once you give someone something, they automatically assume that you'll have it everyday. Luckily for them, Nell was always stocked up. A mobile pantry.

Nell pointed her finger and clicked her tongue between her teeth when Annabel laughed and said that she'd gotten her there. "Make sure to tell your history teacher. I'm sure he...she...it will get a good kick out of that." The girl wanted to go back over to her father's house to have a debate about it, wondering how he'd react. He knew when she wasn't being serious about something, but still humored her with a debate over it. And with a straight face, too. He was the master of the poker face. Because it wasn't just a face, it was his personality. "Six billion world leaders just rolled over in their graves, Bellita," she said with a light chuckle. "Ah, I guess we need the stuff so that we can learn for the present and future. Like don't ever invade Russia." Or you will only have wine to drink and you will die. She wasn't going to go hardcore history fanatic and tell Annabel why it was so important and all that. The girl didn't like it, she figured she couldn't change that. Nell understood the whole not knowing what's important with notes issue, though. Especially with teachers who spent classes lecturing and you didn't know what you should be writing down or not. That's why she liked to compare notes. A study buddy or something would work decently for the Water student, she bet.

Nell lifted her hand as if to say, "There it is, my point, right there." No wonder Annabel turned out to be a Water. She knew that hobbies didn't have anything to do with it, but it couldn't just be a coincidence. "Note for the future, next time we go swimming clear seaweed for Annabel," she said as if speaking to herself about it. She nodded her head succinctly, tapping a fingernail against the can. "Maybe. But then you'll never be able to go on land, and I'll miss you." She cooed the last part, scrunching her lips together as if she didn't want to imagine a life where she could only visit her kid sister-in-law when visiting the ocean. Maybe throw her some fish if she needed a meal. "No, bro, but that would be pretty fly." She figured that kind of thing would deal more with Wind. Not even, since oxygen was needed to breathe and that was only a small component in wind. Or maybe she spent too much time with her father. "Yeah, you'll be able to manipulate ice someday. And then you can help a brother out when my car's engine freezes." It loved to do that, it seemed her vehicles had a hobby in common. "Think about it, though. Your family, they all have the same deal. They can light candles, whoopdedoo. You...you won't ever get dehydrated. And you can always stay clean. Water's the most important thing you need." Was she underselling fire? Ah, it was for Annabel's benefit.

Nell tapped her fingers against her other hand in thought, trying to think of something that might help Annabel out. She never really had to explain her own methods before. Most people stuck their own devices, prideful as they could be. Some were curious, and she was willing to divulge. Plus, it was endearing how Annabel though she was awesome, even in jest. "Well, one thing is that if I am listening to a teacher lecture, I like to take notes as a song. It both entertains me and helps me learn. I also doodle out certain things. Like historical events. Make them comics." She wasn't great at it, but it entertained her. If she thought of history in some other media, it brought it closer to her, made it easier to remember the specific events. She was good with dates and names, but the connections were made easier with mnemonic devices. Nell chuckled at Annabel's words, scratching the back of her head. "Walking vending machine, I like that." She dropped her hand as her eyes widened in an effort to remember what she brought in her bag. "Pringles and cookies. Well, whatever's left of the Pringles." It was hard to pop them open in a silent classroom. There was only a moment of awkwardness as only crunching could be heard until everyone around her held their hands under the tables to receive the chips.

Nell groaned, amused herself by Annabel's laughter. She didn't care that she had been wrong about the gender twice. You got to laugh at yourself more than other people. "Aww, you're gonna get me in trouble with your teacher, aren't you?" She imagined a man coming up to the door and giving her a handful or worksheets to do for calling him an 'it'. That was kind of a scary thought. Nell imagined that some younger kids in school had those kinds of dreams, their teachers coming to their doors with loads of homework to do. "Probably," the girl said when she questioned the number of leaders in history. She didn't know the exact number herself. "The world's been spinning for a long time, and there's a lot of societies. I'll get back to you on the real number." There would be a time when Nell would come to her kid sister and state the estimated number of world leaders there have ever been. She didn't go back on her word. It was adorable, the fact that Annabel really didn't know much about the things out there. You and me both. "Big and cold. Anyone who ever tried to invade it ended up getting backtracked by the snow." She held her thumb down and blew a raspberry. "And there's bears, too. It's like Canada's big brother." Russia was like a freaking fortress. Hitler should have learned from Napoleon, but apparently he thought he was hot stuff. Stalingrad proved him wrong.

Being an Earth certainly had its benefits, she realized new things she could do every day. She was learning about everything everyday, though. Like the fact that if she left her debit card in the ATM, it sucked it in for security reasons. That was a big relief when she found out. Whoops. Nell laughed and poked Annabel in the arm. "Or you can man up and take the seaweed...like a man." She had to agree, though, it was an odd feeling. Especially algae on the bottom of lakes. Not scary, just...weird. Seaweed in the ocean was always kind of scary because whenever it brushed against her, thoughts instantly went to Shark Week and she jumped a little. She still loved the Water, sometimes wished that she could be like the Sinclairs and manipulate it. In a way she was envious of Annabel, in the way that one was envious of what they didn't have. "That is true. All kinds of animals eat it. Yeah, you should definitely man up." She almost added that they had weird sex deals, but decided she didn't want to have that sort of conversation with the girl. Apparently the thought of growing gills and being forced to stay in the water all the time did not sound like a great deal to Annabel, and she tilted her head. "Not if you turn into a mermaid. Then you'll never be pruney." She thought of The Little Mermaid, how returning to land she lost her voice and her feet bled when walking the streets. It wasn't too fun when that happened.

Annabel seemed curious about the water melting deal when it came to the engine. "Fire could be useful, too. But I had a Water friend do it once. Still had to take my car to the shop..." She shook her head, remembering her first winter here very well. Broke, confused, and buried in work. How far she'd come. Now she had a PT Cruiser. She was definitely living the life. And then she thought of how she was standing in the kitchen of a mansion. Yes, she was actually living the high life now, something she had to step back and consider quite a bit. Different. Nell had never seen anything being wrong with that. Everyone was different, even Fires were different from each other. "Everyone different. You'll get used to it, the whole Water deal. It'll be like an adventure!" Looking back, it was almost comical how readily Nell accepted her own powers. She had thought she was magical or something like that. "And you have something that they don't. I imagine that some of your relatives are jealous of you." Not completely jealous, but the sort of reverence and envy that Nell possessed. It must have been a thing between the elemental community, as much as alliances and enemies were enforced. She was just happy that she was an Earth. Nell knew that her life would have turned out much differently had the gene skipped her like it did her mother, and not for the better.

Nell nodded. Apparently the younger girl enjoyed the fact that she drew little comics to help her. She had gotten in trouble before when her professors had thought that she was simply doodling and not doing her work, but then they saw the pictures and figured it was okay. "Yeah, I have them. You can take a look after we eat." She brought most of her work home with her since she didn't live in the dorms. Her notes were pretty messy to the untrained eye, but sometimes she rewrote them if her friend wanted to use them. Not everyone enjoyed reading comics about nuclear fission. She laughed when Annabel said that she thought it was weird how they were suspended in space, spinning around forever, not stopping or ceasing. It was kind of terrifying when one thought about it. "Don't think on it too hard, or your brain will explode." She made a motion of her head bursting with the knowledge of how weird it is that the Earth is just in the middle of space, spinning on its axis. Nell snorted at Annabel's observation on bears. Really? "Just don't go around hugging them." Bears were the number one threat to America, but she didn't know about Canada. Oh, Canadians loved bears, didn't they? She tapped her nails against the can again, checking to see if the paint had chipped off any. Unfortunately, she tended to forget her nails were painted and ended up screwing them up. "Probably would. All you need to remember is invade in the summer. And pack some extra socks." Despite its reputation for being as cold as the seventh circle of hell, she'd read that it did get warm in the summer. She wouldn't know, but she decided to trust in what she read.

The Earth elemental wasn't going to deny her pride in making Annabel laugh. And she had thought she'd gotten over the puddle-of-Nell phase with the girl, but she was melting on the inside. Could one blame her? Annabel's cheeks were just so pinchable. "Yep. They eat all kinds of stuff in other countries." That simply got her mind soaring away to distant lands and what she could eat there. Canada had already been different enough with its poutine, and she'd been to Spain, but there was a lot of different cuisine out there that she wanted to get in her stomach. She wondered if anyone else felt that way about travel, and figured they had to. Who else could resist the temptation of a new meal? "Mhmm. They have it in sushi and that kind of stuff. It's also in some soups, I think." You wouldn't even be able to tell it was seaweed because it looked a lot like spinach. Most kids hated the idea of both, but Annabel was no longer a child, as she had to keep reminding herself. She wasn't a picky eater, either. Nell grinned when the Water girl said she didn't want to be a mermaid. 'And that's just the Disney version. Usually they go topless, so you better grow your hair out, niña." In all mythology, they just went around naked, which made sense. They were fish, what was Ariel doing with clams on her tits? Nell was positive that hadn't been in the Hans Christian Anderson version.

She was really trying to think of a few ways to get Annabel's spirits up about this whole situation. But she figured food would help out with a lot of it. What did food not help? It was what made the world go round. She liked to forget about the time when this had not been her mentality, when her stomach had hurt all the time and when she had tried her best to turn down any offers without it being noticed. But Josh had noticed, and she still couldn't believe it had gone on so long without her knowing. All of it seemed pointless now. Her smile was small and touched at her lips as Annabel relented that she hadn't looked at it that way before. Then she came up with something Nell hadn't even realized before. "Yeah, just think about it! If any of your relatives try to bully you, you can just hit them with a water gun." Pokemon had really been a bad game for her to buy, but that was beside the point. She wondered if that meant anyone in her family would fear her for that? Then she had to remind herself that this was not the same system her own relatives operated from. Her family turned away from the rejects, pretended they did not exist. And if they were forced to acknowledge the black sheep, they allowed their cruelty to speak for itself. "Better watch your back. Because you never know when a Venus flytrap will come out of nowhere and eat you." Never mind that they were not carnivorous, it was still a humorous image. In the same vein of Little Shop of Horrors.

Nell returned the hug with a soft chuckle, trying not to notice that the younger girl was taller than her, even if it was not noticeable. But Nell noticed. "No problem," she said. "Now I gotta get started on making our food before we turn to skeletons from hunger." She was certainly hungry, and since Annabel had eaten next to nothing today, she figured that the girl was feeling the same way. She went to get the skillets and put them on the stove top, always admiring just how fancy even the stove in this place was. All of her kitchens had never looked like this, and she felt like she was in paradise whenever she got to cook. She buttered the pans when she asked, "What kind of eggs do you want?" Nell could make pretty much any form of egg that Annabel asked for. She usually resorted to scrambled herself, even though she was fond of frying them. "You wanna put the bacon on?" Nell questioned. Not to make her work, of course, but because cooking was always fun, in her mind. Plus, it'd get their work done faster.

Having brains all over the kitchen would not be the most pleasant sight. And quite the strange thing to explain to the staff. "Annabel was thinking about space and shit," she'd have to say. "Wonder if the cats would eat it," Nell pondered. Though that was more of a dog type deal. They ate anything, and she had a weakness for feeding her friend's pets human food whenever they looked up at her with their huge eyes, begging for whatever she was eating. As long as it wasn't chocolate, she figured she'd be fine with the dogs. She'd just make them a little fat. "They are," Nell admitted about polar bears, tilting her head up to think about it. "Especially the babies. Everything is cute when they're babies." Especially big cats like cheetahs and jaguars. And they're less dangerous when they're little like that, even though their claws were still crazy sharp. Well, that was at least what she'd heard from Animal Planet. Nell thought about Russia for a second, expression pensive. "I think it depends. It would be interesting to go there and find out." She loved the architecture, the buildings with their domes that looked like onions. "Though its mostly frozen all year round in Siberia." Its where they had exiled traitors and all that back when they could exile people and it wasn't considered weird. Now Russia was a Republic, with a pretty decent government and a president. They had recovered well from communism.

She thought of cuisine only found back home--not back home, back in America. But she couldn't think of anything that Americans made exclusively. Except pork roll, and that was limited to about two states. "I wonder what kinds of food are only in Canada. Other than poutine." She was at least pretty sure that other countries didn't have that. Or maybe they did and they were called something else. One couldn't rely on the girl for accurate information about societal things like that. Nell laughed when Annabel expressed distaste over raw fish. "It's pretty good. I mean, it doesn't even really taste raw. As long as you don't think about it, it's kind of like eating something else entirely." Raw food is definitely unhealthy depending on how its prepared. She would never eat a raw steak. Unless she had to, but it was hard to imagine the situation in which she'd be forced to consume raw meat. She didn't want to imagine that kind of situation. "No free-boobing, gotcha." Nell had to say she wasn't fond of walking around topless, either. She flashed when she was drunk, apparently, but that was only with the influence of Lark. Who certainly was not a good influence whatsoever. But if she were a mermaid, eh, she wouldn't really care. Everyone is topless in the sea.

It was clear that Annabel understood her reference by the look in her eye. Unfortunately, Nell had only really played the originals, Yellow and Crystal. Her Gameboy was one purchased at a yard sale. "And then I can follow that up with a vine whip." It really was a convenient attack, though she didn't often have to use it in real life. Why would she when she didn't get into fights? Unfortunately because of that she was probably at a level fifteen. She got only practice in for class with fighting, and even that was bothersome to her. "Never to be seen again," Nell said, shaking her head as if lamenting this. Poor Annabel being eaten by the ground. The thought was actually terrifying, and she wouldn't do that to anyone even if she believed she could. Which she couldn't, and that wasn't a sort of power she wanted to have. "Pretty decent. I can't do like...seven point oh magnitude ones or anything. Now I'm working on stone manipulation." It was probably one of the most draining things she'd ever experienced, but it was exciting all the same to develop a new power like that. She wanted to get stronger. "You'll experience the joys of stamina training eventually." In those good ol' college years. That is, if Annabel planned to go to college. It was still a bit too soon to be thinking about that, she being only a freshman.

Nell held a hand over her heart, mocking offense, an egg in her hand as she had gone to pull it out of the fridge. "Forgot food?" she said, trying to keep the smile from twitching to her lips. "You're as bad as your brother, ay dios..." The last part was mumbled under her breath, as what usually happened when she lapsed into Spanglish. Nell shook her head. "Doesn't sound like fun. Unless I'm one of those skeletons in the movies that dance around. But still...no food." She knew she wouldn't be able to keep her tongue, tastebuds, and stomach which would be the main things she'd want to have on her at all times. "Fried it is. Easiest ones to make." She could make Eggs Benedict and any kind of omelet, but there was something about simplicity she enjoyed. Seeing Annabel put the bacon on and watching it simmer as she cracked the eggs on the counter made her remember something. "What do you think Josh feels about pigs?" she asked, holding the egg over the skillet and watching the white and yolk pour in. She checked to make sure the temperature was right before cracking more.

She had to agree with the Chester deal, though she didn't think she actually wanted the cat to be eating brains. That could not be healthy whatsoever. "C'mon, even the screaming ones are cute." She just loved things that are smaller than her. Or younger. And babies were both of those things. "Their vomit isn't very cute, though." She hadn't had to deal with that when working at the daycare since she took care of some of the older children, but that was a part of the package that was not so nice. It didn't really bother her to do such a thing, but anyone would be happy to do without it. Nell believed she had an unquenchable wanderlust, she wanted to be everywhere. It might have been because it had been so forbidden to her before, that now she had unlocked the world it was hers to explore. "Snow all year long is horrible. Bad enough how winters get like here. In New York they're pretty intense, too." Those were really the only two places she could speak surely about when it came to winter. She remembered New York, spending most of her time curled up in an afghan, far away from any windows that might be letting in drafts. Central heat had been a luxury she and her mother could not afford.

Nell scrunched her nose up as if imagining a flamethrower retaliation. She didn't fear fire, never had in her life because it had always been a good thing to her, but she didn't like to be attacked with it. Unfortunately, it happened often enough. "Earthquake. Best attack there ever was." It was, in her opinion, the best move out there. Her Golem was what she imagined she'd be in a Pokemon game. Except less angry looking. And round. Okay, maybe she'd be round. She couldn't really imagine herself as a Pokemon. Nell tilted her head as Annabel spoke. That was a very good idea. "That'll be my goal for when I graduate. I can make a secret super villain lair. Like Cobra commander." She didn't want to be a super villain, but they were the ones with the super cool lairs. She thought she could make one, just filled with food and board games. "It's difficult. Way more intense than high school, but I think high school prepares you for that." Unfortunately she missed out on all that. She didn't think anymore about it. "Course you'll do great at it. You're Annabel Dale, awesome personified." She rolled her eyes like that wasn't even a question to consider. In her mind, it wasn't.

It was obvious that Annabel was not clear on what she'd meant, and the Earth girl didn't blame her, wore a wry little smile on her lips. Nell figured that she should have given a little more background on the pig thing, but she was not one to give an introduction to things like that. She forgot that Annabel was not on the same wavelength as her. "Yeah," she said, a chuckle lacing the word. "No, I mean like a pet. Not a big one, though. A teacup." They didn't get very big, not like one that you might see on a farm. Those got pretty big, as far as she knew. She'd never been to a farm, but it was a place she might want to go to someday. She liked animals, and a farm was a congregation of them. For now, she'd settle on a pig. If Josh wanted a pig around. She'd have to take that up with him, considering they had five cats and birds flying around. He already seemed okay with making their home a zoo, so why not? However, he was already gone so she figured it'd be a question for a later date. Nell's eyes brightened considerably at the question, the inner fangirl turned on. "She's coming along pretty well. Just got a few new parts for her I need to put in. In about a year and a half, Harper will have some competition in the sexy car department." Harper was definitely more sleek and stylish, so she'd have to say Lucille would be...the tough one. Sexy in a macho way.