Apriltober 22 Salsa pt 3 (Roo, Dr. Karen, Rina)

a/n: Dr. Karen is an expert at bringing conversations to a dead halt.

All the good things belong to Monolith Soft.

The table was momentarily silent. Roo and Rina gazed at Dr. Karen in terror mixed with a little respect. They didn't recognize half of the words she had said, but they could sense the weight of explanations that might follow. They weren't wrong. "I could tell you more if you want," Dr. Karen said with her most winsome smile.

Rina wasn't falling for that trap. It was time to move things along. "Point is, stasis amnesia sucks." She tried to signal to Roo to choose a new topic.

Roo failed the challenge. His eyelids drooped sleepily. Rina was about to start talking about weather, an actually exciting topic if any of them had been working in Cauldros recently, when he sat up and asked her, "What if it didn't?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if amnesia didn't bug you? If you knew there was nothing hiding in your past, nothing at all. Would that still be fine?" His blue eyes usually slid away from whoever he was speaking with, as if he was already looking for a cliff to climb or path to run. Now he was looking directly at Rina.

Rina considered it. "Well, I suppose it'd be okay. I mean, I don't need to know everyone's history to get on fine with them. Why should I have to know my own? So, yes, I think it would be fine. Does it worry you?" She looked questioningly at her fellow amnesiac.

"Nope. I'm good on Mira, and that's all I need." His eyes narrowed again, hiding a twinkle.

"Yeah, if I felt like that, I'd be okay with not knowing. Except for sucking at trivia night."

Roo's laugh was rich and relaxed. He raised his glass. "To sucking at trivia night."

Rina joined him in the toast. "To sucking at trivia night!" Dr. Karen made it unanimous. They emptied their glasses, ordered another round of Oblivia Moon with a guacamole upgrade for their chips, and enjoyed the moment of agreement.

"Nice of you to be an ally," Rina said to Dr. Karen. "I bet you wipe the floor with your opponents." She took a healthy sip of her fresh beer.

"Oh, not really. You see, I died in 2043. I'm useless for modern questions."

a/n: I'm telling you, I really like Dr. Karen.

Next up: Life is very busy, so it will be another short with these guys.