Disclaimer: I don't own anything - instead I borrow it, chop it all up and marinade it in a cheesy sauce. Bake for 35 minutes, at gas mark 6, then leave to cool. Serving suggestion: With a pinch of salt.
What Now?
Chapter the Second!
We last left our heroes as the only two surviving people on Earth. Nothing had really changed since then. They were still as alone as they'd been before, but now they'd magicked up some stuff and were comfortable.
"You know it's really peaceful now everyone's dead," said Ron, idly lounging in his deck chair, for it was a nice sunny summer's day.
"Who'd have thought it?" Hermione replied sarcastically.
"Wha'cha doing?" Ron asked playfully.
"A crossword."
"Need any help?"
Hermione looked at him as if to say "Who's the Brainiac here, me or you?"
"Well, you might have done. There might have been a question about something outside your vast realm of knowledge," he reasoned. "Like there are 318,979,564,000 possible ways of playing the first four moves per side in a game of Wizard chess."
"Why would that ever come up, even in a crossword?"
"That's not the point. The point is you didn't know that," he pointed out, pointedly. "So, you can't know everything."
"I never said I knew everything."
"No, but you gave me a look that said you did."
"That would hardly stand up it a court of law."
"We're not in a court of law."
"No one said we were!" she exclaimed.
What followed was silence. Until -
"Did you know that your foot is almost the same length as your forearm, from the inside of your elbow to your wrist?" Ron said randomly.
"Really?" Hermione said in disbelief.
AN: Thanks to http/dogman0. for the random facts. Try the thing with your forearm and your foot - it works!
