one wild ride down the rabbit hole

Then my mission was a success! 

Don’t talk to me.

This is why I call you sourpuss.

I love winding you up. Or disgusting you. Which I think this is.

Disgust. It’s definitely disgust.

Then my mission was a success! 

No way, it’s the best!

I love winding you up. Or disgusting you. Which I think this is.

What can I say, I’ve kept my childlike sense of wonder and happiness.

That sounds awful.

No way, it’s the best!

Awh, don’t be such a sourpuss!

How old are you?

What can I say, I’ve kept my childlike sense of wonder and happiness.

Well, there you go then.

Doesn’t mean you get to talk to me.

Awh, don’t be such a sourpuss!

You have anything else to be doing?

Uh…

Well, there you go then.

Literally everything?

Don’t. Don’t waste both our time.

You have anything else to be doing?

I always forget I shouldn’t ask you stuff..

I know it’s hard to resist, since I obviously have superior knowledge about literally everything.

Literally everything?

Yeah, I walked into that one, right?

Uh, yeah. You did.

I always forget I shouldn't ask you stuff..

Dare I ask how you are?

No.

Yeah, I walked into that one, right?

Yeah, yeah.

Dare I ask how you are?

What you looking at?

What? Nothing, Jesus, not everything’s about you.

Sorry. Bad day.

Never before had Alex met someone with as much, or maybe even more energy than them. They watched Mal move around, giggling at her every so often. As she opened the journal, Alex carefully held the pages open and looked at each delicate drawing and pressed flowers.