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Dorm Room, Sunday Morning

Trevor was totally getting a hang of this place. He knew how to use a toaster now, he knew that there was food in the fridges. Also what fridges were. So, you know. Doin' just fine.

But the highlight of it all was finding out that there was a tree on the roof that had pillows as fruit. Made about as much sense as anything else this weekend, so there he was picking aaaall the pillows for what might end up being a pillow fort once he got them all inside.

Living the dream.

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"Oh, wow," Keyleth mumbled to herself before shaking her head, maybe a touch too emphatically.

"No, no, I have nothing to do with your family! I just -- you remind me of someone I know who's also named Trevor, that's all."

She fidgeted, and then stuck a hand out. "Hi. I'm Keyleth. It's nice to meet you."

You were never hearing the end of this later, Trevor. Never.

That was hurtful and rude, Keyleth. He was so nice to you!

"It's nice to meet you?" It was definitely a question.

She was going to remind you about this forever because she cared, Trevor. So there.

"How are you doing?" Keyleth asked, deciding that him phrasing it as a question was better than, say, screaming and running away from her. "Did you just discover this tree today?"

"There's also a tree that has clothing on it," he whispered like he was telling her an amazing secret.

How dare you be this adorable and wee, Trevor. How dare you, because Keyleth was about a fraction of a millimeter away from actual audible squeeing.

"I know!" she whispered back, grinning. "Isn't it neat? Have you ever been someplace like this before?"

Just give him two years a lil' bit of trauma and he'd be right as rain!

"Not like this," Trevor replied, shaking his head. "I think it's magic. But maybe good magic?"

Not the murder kind!

"You're right," Keyleth told him, still grinning because AWWWW. "That tree is looking out for the kids who need clothes, I think, so it has to be the good kind of magic."

Something he'd said, though.

"Did you say your family sends you out on training missions? Already?"

Sliiiiiightly less of a grin, now.

"Not alone usually," he admitted, biting his bottom lip as he looked around. "But I don't think there's anything here for training."

Socializing was training too, but go off, Trevor.

"I've nearly gotten the bestiary memorized now and nothing from it has shown up!"

And ugh, did Keyleth's heart ever go out to him now, because she'd also been diligently memorizing magical texts at that age, and not spending time with the other kids of the tribe.

"Well," she said, because she didn't imagine spending an entire childhood in serious training was any more fun for him than it had been for her, "think of it as a different kind of lesson. Because we might have really, really important futures to consider and a lot of preparing to do for them, but you know what? We're also going to have to deal with other people sometimes when we get there, and that's something that takes practice, too."

Her expression was sympathetic. Knowing how to people was hard.

Trevor made such a face before looking down and kicking at the ground. "Because people are scared of us?"

Somehow it hadn't passed his notice that the folks who lived on the Belmont land tended to avoid the whole Belmont clan whenever possible.

"People tend to be," Keyleth said gently. "Whenever it comes to something they don't understand. That doesn't make sense to me, and it sucks. But hey! Not everyone is scared of you. Has anyone you've met this weekend been scared of you, since you woke up and you were here?"

That was maybe overly optimistic, but hey.

"No," he admitted with only the sullenness of a pre-teen. Which quickly turned around to, "Shuri made me waffles!"

THEY HAD BEEN AMAZING.

"Well, see, there you go," Keyleth told him. "People don't just randomly feed other people if they're scared of them."

She paused.

"People around here tend to randomly feed other people all the time anyway, but I doubt they'd do it for people they were scared of."

"One of them was really, really loud, though." Like. The loudest.

"Sure, but you don't strike me as the type to be scared of some loud noise," Keyleth told him.

Be emo about the loud noise, maybe. But not scared of it.

"I wasn't scared!" He scoffed. Because clearly he was much too grown for that. Just look at how mature and adult he was! "She was just really loud. Louder than my whole family combined."

Which was a lot.

"Wow, that's -- " Keyleth blinked a few times, rapidly. "That's really loud. Nobody would blame you for being startled for a second! I'm pretty sure. It's a perfectly normal reaction. Right?"

He grinned and nodded. "It's not too bad here. I don't have to keep an eye on anyone. Being the oldest is the worst."

Fine, Trevor. Make her feel even worse for you, why don’t you.

“I wouldn’t know what that’s like. It was always just me.”

IT WAS HIS GOAL IN LIFE.

"Oh." Well. That made him sad, so there. "You can come visit and I'll share them with you!"

"Yeah?" Keyleth couldn't help smiling a little bit at that. "How many are there? Just so I know what I'd be in for."

"I'm the oldest," Trevor said, puffing up his chest proudly. "Then there's Marie, and Bernadette, and Leonette, and Jacqueline, and Simon, and François, and--"

You asked, Keyleth. You asked for this ungodly collection of French names.

"Oh. Oh wow, there really are a lot of you, huh?" Don't mind Keyleth's eyebrows just migrating up into her hairline there, and that was only half because of the names.

HER HEART WAS BREAKING FOR YOU NOW, TREVOR.

"Some of them are cousins." Who were all there to learn the family trade of monster killing.

Ah, tradition.

"Still," Keyleth said, awkwardly. Like she was ever not awkward. "You have a really big family. What's that like?"

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