"No, I don't think it does," Molly agrees, leaning forward just a little as he speaks, head in her free hand, elbow resting against the back of the couch. "Though we do have something green and more dangerous than scotch." In some ways, she thinks, it's got to be easier under circumstances like his than if he'd come from somewhere wildly different, the kind of place or at least time that leaves people unable to make sense of any of this. Then again, the differences primarily being in more minor details might make it even weirder. She's been pretty lucky, she thinks, that it's so much like home for her. Some important things aren't the same, but a lot of it is about what she'd have expected, too, and that isn't the case for everyone. "God, the government's still weird to me, and ours was only for one country."
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Date: 2014-09-21 08:28 am (UTC)