Although the sky was clear and blue as a robin's egg, Bonnie and Greta were unaware of this fact. Due to the nature of the Looking Glass station, it was difficult to tell what the weather was like. The most they could hope for was a particularly ambitious ray of sunlight that might pierce the deep, dark ocean for even a moment. As bright as the sun was shining on this particular day, no such beam crossed the portholes.
While Bonnie polished a harpoon in the communications area, balanced on a chair that leaned against the wall like a lion tamer's stool at rest, Greta dunked a rubber boot in the pool of water that sat in the middle of the station to see how waterproof it really was. It had been dead silent for a while, but the sloshing of Greta's boot through the icy water began to get on Bonnie's nerves, and she stood up with a furrowed brow. Her companion sensed this change in mood, and tossed the boot to the side.
"I'm kind of bored."
"Me too."
"Maybe we should do something."
"Maybe we should."
"What are two attractive females supposed to do in such a confined space, cut off from the rest of the world by a thick layer of water which would be near impossible to traverse without the proper equipment?"
"I think I know what to do."
"What?"
"I'll give you a hint: it's going to be sticky, sweet, and undeniably hot."
Five minutes later, they sat in front of a tiny fire with a bag of marshmallows. Greta rotated her stick over the embers gently.
"Hey, Bonnie?"
"Yeah?"
"Why does everyone think we're lesbians?"
Bonnie lifted her stick and blew on the marshmallow, which had caught fire.
"Dunno. They also think we're in Canada right now."
"That's different, though. It's a matter of- Are you really gonna eat that?"
"I like them burned."
"Alright. Anyway, it's a matter of assumption versus lies. Ben told the others we were in Canada, but as far as I know, he never said we were lesbians."
Bonnie shrugged.
"We spend a lot of time together. People are bound to start rumors."
"Maybe if we were a bit more open, they wouldn't."
"This is a secret operation. They can't know-"
"Not about that. What I mean to say is, hardly anyone knows where we came from."
"Mhm."
"Specifically, you."
"Mhm."
Greta took a deep breath.
"Like, who are you really? Even I don't know shit about you, and we've been down here for quite some time."
Bonnie leaned back.
"Ain't nothing to know about."
"You sure?"
"I'm not that interesting."
"How do I know that?"
Bonnie stood up.
"Fine, Greta. If you're going to get nosy, I'll tell you the truth. I'm secretly a dragon from a parallel universe who came here to scout out employees for a convoluted plan to build a special government in Paris."
"You don't have to be sarcastic. It's no wonder you have no friends. Enjoy your burnt marshmallows."
Greta tossed her stick into the fire and marched away sourly. Bonnie took a deep breath, then splashed water over the wood to extinguish the flames. She kicked the ash into the pool and lumbered towards the control room.
"That's what I get for being honest."
