Yeah, Sam has all those pictures of his family up. That's probably what people take the most pictures of, their family and friends. Then places that they visit, or things they do, or foods they eat. We share our photos with strangers, so we can see things that they saw, too. It's just... it's really important.
[ Julie is a person who spent hours every day taking selfies and scrolling Instagram. And she had somehow got used to there not being any photos, no cameras, but she is shocked at how quickly the pang of homesickness for them hits. All of her pictures, her memories, locked in the camera roll of a phone in a different world.
She points out Harrah's for him, although there was nothing special that made her pick that particular hotel. ] Lots of really famous, important people have Vegas residencies. Why not you? You're way better than most of the lounge lizards who get repeat shows.
[ She laughs softly when he talks about hot chocolate. Yeah, she can imagine that being a mind-blower to someone without access to cocoa. God, how can she even begin to tell him that there are five different kinds of chocolate? ] It wasn't me, but I'm glad you got to try it. Did she give you marshmallows and whipped cream too? Hot chocolate always needs whipped cream.
[ Clucking her tongue lightly, she pats the back of his hand as if to scold him. She doesn't do it to laugh at them! There's just something nice about being able to expose people to new things. She spent her whole life around the same people, going about the same daily routines, with nothing unique to ever share. Now she has a whole world's worth of information and inventions. ]
Oh hush, I ain't gonna laugh. Unless it's really, really funny. It's just... it's fun, to show y'all things you'd never have otherwise. Okay, lemme think for a second. [ Her eyes roll to the sky as she considers, and then she has it. On the stump, a bottle and a bag appear. ] Now, this is a Dr Pepper. It's a kind of soda, it's real popular where I'm from. There are other kinds too, they all taste different dependin' on what they're made from or flavored with. And these are Doritos. They're a snack made from corn, but with flavor dust, this one is Nacho cheese. Cool Ranch is good too, but I always liked Nacho better.
[ She opens both for him, snagging a Dorito for herself first, and god, it tastes better than she remembers. There are a billion other foods she can think of, Reeses and Pop-Tarts and a proper plate of nachos, but everyone has to start somewhere. She offers him the chips first. ]
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[ Julie is a person who spent hours every day taking selfies and scrolling Instagram. And she had somehow got used to there not being any photos, no cameras, but she is shocked at how quickly the pang of homesickness for them hits. All of her pictures, her memories, locked in the camera roll of a phone in a different world.
She points out Harrah's for him, although there was nothing special that made her pick that particular hotel. ] Lots of really famous, important people have Vegas residencies. Why not you? You're way better than most of the lounge lizards who get repeat shows.
[ She laughs softly when he talks about hot chocolate. Yeah, she can imagine that being a mind-blower to someone without access to cocoa. God, how can she even begin to tell him that there are five different kinds of chocolate? ] It wasn't me, but I'm glad you got to try it. Did she give you marshmallows and whipped cream too? Hot chocolate always needs whipped cream.
[ Clucking her tongue lightly, she pats the back of his hand as if to scold him. She doesn't do it to laugh at them! There's just something nice about being able to expose people to new things. She spent her whole life around the same people, going about the same daily routines, with nothing unique to ever share. Now she has a whole world's worth of information and inventions. ]
Oh hush, I ain't gonna laugh. Unless it's really, really funny. It's just... it's fun, to show y'all things you'd never have otherwise. Okay, lemme think for a second. [ Her eyes roll to the sky as she considers, and then she has it. On the stump, a bottle and a bag appear. ] Now, this is a Dr Pepper. It's a kind of soda, it's real popular where I'm from. There are other kinds too, they all taste different dependin' on what they're made from or flavored with. And these are Doritos. They're a snack made from corn, but with flavor dust, this one is Nacho cheese. Cool Ranch is good too, but I always liked Nacho better.
[ She opens both for him, snagging a Dorito for herself first, and god, it tastes better than she remembers. There are a billion other foods she can think of, Reeses and Pop-Tarts and a proper plate of nachos, but everyone has to start somewhere. She offers him the chips first. ]