Eventually, Felix got to come home last night, and that's even what he actually did. Too late to talk; Lilah was already asleep. Still, now it's morning, and the pair of them are in their room, not yet having to go deal with any kind of things. Energy is being renewed in the form of untoasted frosted poptarts and beer, breakfast of Gnawer champions. Although to be fair, pretty much anything eaten within a few hours of waking up counts as that. Especially if it involves beer. Felix is sitting up, currently, keeping a Lilah -- well, not exactly in his lap, currently, but sitting between his legs so that he can keep her cuddled up against him while they eat. "...and that's how it's stayed so far, anyway. Now I gotta find someone who can tell me about this giant wasp thing from before, 'cause I dunno if it's related or nothin' but it sounds like a pretty cool story either way."

If Lilah minds untoasted poptarts and beer, she doesn't show it. She doesn't have to work today, so she's even partaking of the beer. Breakfast of Gnawer champions, indeed. She leans back against him and kisses his cheek, then murmurs, "Hope it's gonna be all right. I reckon it will be, but it ain't any fun worryin' about stuff." She shrugs, and rubs one hand down his leg before taking another drink of her beer.

What's to mind? It's delicious! Felix kisses the back of her neck, then her shoulder, and rests his chin on it, with a small sigh. "An' speakin' of worryin' about shit. Found out why Andrea was actin' extra weird," he says, "...there was a bane pokin' at her. Dakota, I dunno if you met her yet, Coggie Adren, anyway, she found it. Had me restrain Andrea while she went back over an' killed it. We dunno if maybe it was connected to the drugs or just kinda happened or what, but. 'least it didn't have enough time to turn her into a fomor or somethin'." He shivers slightly, more distaste than fear. "No comin' back once it goes that far, from what I'm told."

Lilah mms pleasantly at the kiss to her neck, and then shifts her position just slightly so she can turn toward him. She goes rather still at the news, her eyes widening, and then blinks. "I ain't met Dakota, I don't reckon. I--" She frowns, shaking her head, and kisses his cheek again. "Reckon we're all real lucky, her most of all. She doin' okay?"

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Felix considers this a moment. "Nah. Not really," he answers, then. "Though I dunno how not okay exactly, 'cause she don't much wanna talk to me. Or see me, or possibly know I exist, I dunno, somethin' in that family." It's a beautiful specimen of flippancy; either he genuinely isn't bothered about it and doesn't care, or he's doing a damn good job of pretending, without any of the hints she sometimes picks up. "Dakota said it'd be good for her to be around other kin, though," he says after a moment, "so if you get a chance to, I dunno, say hi or somethin'..." A shrug, and he tilts his head so it leans against hers, just for a moment.

"'m sorry," Lilah says with a nod, frowning deeper, and nuzzles up against him just a little more. "I reckon... I reckon she might be confused, maybe. Seems like havin' somethin' like that happen to ya... s'gonna mess with your sense o' self." She chews at her lower lip, and nods to his suggestion she say hi. "Reckon I might could do that. *Should* do that."

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"If you're any good at Algebra, she's got a test she's gotta pass so she can graduate and get the fuck outta here," Felix says, nearly entirely conversationally. There's just a hint of something like wry amusement; one might well presume at least some portion of that is a direct quote. "Anyway, yeah, I reckon you're right, 's gotta be weird. Would you even know what shit was an' wasn't really you? Or would it all be, an' would that be better or worse? How would you even figure out when it started?" The musing is pretty damn detached considering it's about a friend, rather than purely hypothetical. Lilah gets a nuzzle back, and another kiss to the shoulder.

Lilah nuzzles up close to him, arms wrapping around him as she turns to face him a little more, though in the end she's forced to admit, "Reckon she's gotta pass Algebra on 'er own. I'm okay at math, but I sure didn't graduate high school." She shrugs a little helplessly, and then listens to the rest of what he has to say closely. "I reckon it don't matter when it started. What's done is done, an'-- an' ain't she or anybody else can do nothin' to fix it." She pauses, then leans in to kiss his cheek. "I'll talk to 'er, see if I can work some o' it out?"

"Might matter to her," Felix says, "I mean, say I..." He trails off a moment. "...was seen wearin' red longjohns with the flap in the seat while eatin' caviar on the moon," he ends up with, with a half-smile; she may recall the phrase from quite a while back. "Reckon I might care whether somethin' was influencin' me before that or only after." He shrugs again, and turns her a bit if he can, aiming to touch the tip of his nose to hers. "Graduatin's overrated anyway, you ask me. Shitloada other shit to do with all that sittin' around time it'd be. Anyway, you don't gotta work out anythin' you don't wanna, or... well, anythin'. But I reckon Dakota knows this shit better'n I do, so... yeah. Hi or somethin', I guess." He leans in to give her a kiss.

"Might," Lilah says, her expression serious. She smiles softly, though, at his very hypothetical scenario, and she agrees, "Reckon you're right, about high school. I don't feel like I missed nothin'." She gives a shrug, herself, and then returns his kiss before she answers, "I'll say hi. For sure."