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Realistically, False knows this happens every time she and Ren plan to do something.
She’s, like, aware of that. But still, somehow, every time it happens, she’s shocked.
Which is why, an hour into a conversation about rivers turned into a conversation about the neighborhood turned into Ren telling some weird story about that one incident before he joined Hermitcraft with the pants, False jolts.
“Ren,” she starts. “We were going to play Frogger.”
Ren’s ears perk up as his eyebrows raise.
“Right! I knew I was forgetting something, I just thought it was part of the story!”
And so, having moved only about twenty blocks from where they originally decided to play Frogger, they set out again.
In their defense, they do make it all the way to the shopping district, this time.
Before Frogger is even in sight, though, Ren gets a look on his face False knows well. He turns to her, ears perked, and asks, “Hey, Falsie. Did you ever use that permit-stealing thingy you won in Demise?”
She thinks, for a second.
“No, I don’t think I did. Which permit should I take, then?”
“Well, we can’t just decide on one. We’ve got to see all the goods, figure out what’s the best.”
False concedes that this is true. She looks around the shopping district inquiringly.
“Well, Cleo’s shop makes a nice profit.”
“Naturally. But do you want to be the one to gather Swift Sneak books?”
False hums. “Nah, guess not. Well, what if I take your beacon shop, huh?”
Ren turns to look at her, wounded, eyes immediately beginning to well with tears. How does he do that that fast?
“Well, come on, you have to give me a good reason not to!” She defends herself.
“I have Gigacorp as a supplier, my dude! They only make the best beacons in all the galaxy! No little makeshift homemade beacons could compare.”
“Well, that’s all in the marketing. Organic beacons could be expensive, couldn’t they? Besides, I think your weird space corporation might be a little evil.”
Ren tilts his head at her, confused.
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. What else could I take?”
They go through every possibility in the shopping district, wandering past shops, pointing out their merits and their falling points, arguing about whether any of them are worth False’s time.
When they’ve just decided that just one terracotta permit would be useless, and False would need to hunt down all of them, which would just be such a hassle , they stop in front of the froglight shop.
Where Frogger is.
Where they meant to be three hours ago, something both of them had forgotten.
Where the sign on the front door reads “Frogger closed for maintenance.”
False and Ren look at each other.
“Well, I guess that’s settled, then.” False says. “Should we see if Cleo’s around to bother?”