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A/N : For the first time, since about the beginning of Rectifying Origin, I am a solid 10 chapters ahead of you guys. I AM ALIVE FOR THIS FEELING.
Which reminds me of how I felt when I first started uploading Wrecking Limits. Upon uploading chapter 1, I was almost 65 chapters ahead of you guys... Man those were the days... But alas, it's been seven years and I have a LOT more on my plate. Shits weird, man.
Song Listened To :
One of the Family by Henry Jackman
*Chapter 37*
With crossed arms and a now sinking disposition, Berri felt her heart stop at the raw fact that her bare feet were on Turbo's territory. She could swear she could feel her blood run cold the second his large, sliding front door could be heard successfully securing the two inside, for good. With a slow sweep about Turbo's home, she did everything she could to learn everything she quite possibly could about him in the mere seconds of looking that she had. Upon entering his open-format of a home, she was delighted to see that the front door opened to a sprawling first level of gorgeous grey tiles. To her left was a cozy dining area and to her right was a beautiful kitchen, finished with incredible, glossy white cabinets, stainless steel appliances and grey accents. She was further delighted to find that he had kept himself a few house plants, some of which had thorns and spines.
Upon further reveal with blue eyes that ate up as much as they could, his main, first level bevelled down a few steps into a carpeted area, the cleanest, whitest, plushest carpet she ever laid eyes on. A great room two stories high, the entire full wall, that his whole home sat securely behind, was crystal clear windows with one of the crispest, most gorgeous views of Orion City she had ever seen, which included Sugar Rush's palace far in the foggy, rainy distance. Berri huffed a staggered breath and took in the details of his home; the cozy, futuristic furniture, the beautiful reading lamp he had on, the chaise part of his cozy red L couch, of which he looked to be previously sitting at, was billowed with a comfortable white down comforter and pillow. The end table directly next to said little nest of a napping area, of his, confidently held a steamy cup of something delicious, a loved pipe that filled the atmosphere with the smell of pure comfort, cinnamon pipe tobacco, and a book messily flopped face down as a place holder.
In the slow turn to her right, she began to feel terrible for now interrupting a quiet, lovely evening Turbo was potentially having with himself, though her eyes curiously dragged to a low-ceilinged hallway, just off the bend of the kitchen. She noticed the hallway eventually forked, though the avenues of said fork were dark and unseen from this angle, excluding low, dim lights that hung a foot above the ground, sanctioned safely in the crisp, white walls. Berri finally turned to face the kitchen in a slow slide of assessing Turbo's surroundings, certainly not the home of a guy that practically wrought the entire Arcade with crippling fear. She furrowed her eyebrows, and although she wanted to express to Turbo that she now felt bad for interrupting his peaceful, quiet evening, she knew she just needed to assert that she was here for answers, to not feel sorry for diving in. She finally was within Turbo's wary gaze, and as they caught eyes, once more, this was when Berri began to now feel fear creep back into her skin, once more.
"I-I... I'm sorry I didn't know you were to be arriving," Turbo staggered in tenderness, and although he likely was irritated, he knew he didn't dare show it to Sugar Rush's princess, "I-I would've put on something more presentable, m-made dinner, a pot of... Coffee, anything... Are you thirsty? Hungry?"
"No, no, I... I'm just now realizing I probably should've texted you before I ruined your whole evening, like this," Berri now grew entirely embarrassed, flustered with hindsight, she shook her head and knew she had previously tried not to let her emotions get the better of her, something that so easily just would brisk her away without thinking twice. She crossed her arms tighter and shivered, her clothes were damp from the rain, "You... You said to name a time and place, and... Today's just been so weird, and mom said to say goodbye to Chester and Wren and Theo, and... Well..."
"... The Queen told you to say goodbye to your friends?" Turbo staggered in confusion, not knowing how to begin taking Berri's demeanor, not knowing how to navigate if she was delivering sarcasm or not. He nervously stepped towards his front door, though he came upon another small alcove to the right of it. Upon easing into it's gravity, it bevelled, just like his front door, and opened, only to reveal a small linen closet. He urgently wrestled with a hanger inside and pulled out one of his large, faded, dark grey zip up hoodies. He fluffed it, unzipped it, and eagerly approached Berri with it, "Your highness."
"O-Oh, wow, thank you," Berri chimed in a coo of gratitude, he warmly helped her put on his much larger zip up hoodie. She sank into it's warmth, zipped it over her body and tucked her fists into the loved, soft fleece inside. She heaved a small sigh of relief and was grateful to be warm, "I... I was suspended from Academy, and mom's pissed. I knew I probably wouldn't get another chance to meet with you before I'm home-bound for the rest of my life, so..."
"Why were you suspended from Academy?" Turbo wondered in nervousness, and although he began to itch and feel entirely unsure of just how to treat a house guest, a woman and a royal, nonetheless, he scanned his apprehensive eyes about his house and wondered just where their landing point should be.
"I... Guess, I really hate to say this, but..." Berri grit her teeth and now was beginning to wonder just how she was going to break this all to Turbo, just how she would reveal to him that Arcade now knows he's here, she nervously hooked her eyes into Turbo's for a few seconds before she darted them away in a small break of her scaredy-cat meter beginning to spike, his haunting gaze somehow being something she couldn't really seem to overcome, "... I revealed to my last hour class that you live here, in Sugar Rush."
Turbo fell silent in a figurative jolt of terror that hit his skin, just what this would mean for his life. He furrowed his brows, as if to want to been terrified, insulted, angry, confused, though as his eyes hooked tighter to Berri's fragile demeanor, he sagged his masculine shoulders and felt forgiveness so easily sweep his being. He finally relaxed in the tension of the silence, honed his golden gaze to Sugar Rush's princess and was well aware Berri only did this due to not knowing Turbo's back story, not knowing that he was wanted dead. Turbo heaved a hot, long sigh through his nose and looked off to his kitchen in mild dismay, though he sagged his hands into the gape of his loved, sweat pants' pockets and finally side-eyed Berri with what could be a curl of a smile.
"... I guess it was only a matter of time everyone knew I was alive," Turbo's deep voice grumbled, a crackling tone of teasing, cheeky dismay, though Berri's nervously innocent eyes soaked to Turbo's figure and scanned his collar bones and chest, as if she couldn't afford anymore eye contact with him, any longer, "I'm... Sorry it caused you to become suspended."
"It's not your fault," Berri sighed in defeat, she finally looked down to her hands and furrowed her eyebrows in rising grief; she begged herself not to cry in front of this stranger, she was successful for the time being, though her voice still tenderly crackled with the promise of impending tears, "I-I should've just kept my mouth shut, but... I-I just didn't like what my substitute teacher was saying about you."
As if to be unfazed by the potential of insults behind his own back, he sighed through his nose, once more, and now knew this was his perfect segue into hopefully getting the two in a more comfortable spot. He bobbed a nod, shrugged a bit, as if to insinuate that harsh insults and hatred lofted his way was normal, he gently gestured to the sprawl of his beautiful, cozy living room.
"C'mon, let's... Let's sit down, are you sure you're not hungry or thirsty or anything?" Turbo staggered, and although he treated Berri like the adult he thought she was, he reeled in memory and felt his veins wiggle in a rise of terror at a realization that hit him; Berri's first birthday was in three days, and although she had attended Academy, he quickly mulled over a few nervous notions, silently to himself, over the raw fact of just what Tessa and Zed would think upon Turbo and Berri being all alone in his sixty-fourth floor perch, clear across the city. He lead her down the few steps, past his sprawling couch and to the lovely, comfortable recliner just near his low-laying coffee table, a comfortable recliner that matched his L couch nicely. Upon her sit, he rubbed the back of his head in further, inward agitation and peered back to his kitchen in consideration, "A-Anything you want, I'm... I'm sure I have it."
"...I'd honestly love some water, or... Maybe a cup of tea," Berri dared with a nervous shrug, she peered up to Turbo and snuggled deeper into his warm hoodie, though she flinched in secretive terror as his creepy, golden eyes dart down to her in a string of gentle agreeing.
"Yes, ma'am," Turbo pressed as he quickly turned heel, his bare feet marched up the few, grey-tiled steps into his kitchen, his figure still seen from the open-format of his home.
Berri heaved a shaky sigh and further assessed Turbo's home in a gentle sag of the shred of alone time she was given, and although it was limited, she continued to soak up more details about Turbo, as quickly as she could. Sagged into the cozy recliner, her back was to the massive stretch of floor to ceiling windows. To her right, where the walled window finally met with a solid wall, a lovely fireplace was tucked into the white walls, surrounded by the same matte grey tiles of his kitchen and dining area. Dark firewood was stationed inside the fireplace, looked to be previously burned, though was unlit for the time being. Her eyes scanned further past the fireplace and the span of the wall, that met with the window, and came upon what looked to be a double door, covered with a beautiful white drawn-down shade. She narrowed her gaze and only assumed it lead out to a balcony, due to the dim, outdoor light that peeked through. She cocked an eyebrow and quickly noticed just what was hanging above the fireplace on the mantle; a few medals, and something that made Berri's heart practically stop. A proper, white racing helmet with a red T along the skull.
Turbo bugged his eyes, firmly sank into his kitchen and began to feel his hands tremble a little. He heaved a shaky sigh, just barely peered over his shoulder and glanced his near-terrified eyes to the lovely, blue haired princess sat in none other than his own recliner. He swallowed hard and felt terror just sap his energy, any amount of it he had left of the day. He fumbled to open a cabinet near his coffee and espresso machine, he pulled out the selection of teas he had and blindly picked an herbal tea he hopefully assumed she liked. Upon turning on his gas stove, so to heat the water in his kettle, he eased the loose leaves into a tea strainer, sagged it into a crisp white mug he had and eagerly fumbled for his phone. In a swift stab of navigating through his phone's lock screen and apps alike, he did everything he could to bring up his and Zed's conversation, his thumbs eagerly typed away.
Black : Your Majesty, I just wanted to let you know that your daughter arrived on my doorstep. I guess I'll be telling her a little bit about my back story, she's been wanting this for awhile, I think. She's safe here and will be returned before dark. Let me know if this is an issue and I'll see to it that she returns safely to the palace.
Turbo heaved a shaky, silent sigh, set his unlocked phone on the counter and nervously crossed his arms tight. He furrowed his brows and peered hard to his and Zed's conversation, a lump firmly gathering in his throat. He knew, full well, simply hanging out with people, excluding his own two brothers, was not something he was caught doing. A massive introvert, he rarely ever had anyone over, even Nox and Throttle had to pry at him with two hands and full strength. He softly glanced over his shoulder, once more, and felt his heart jolt at the sight of Berri gingerly and curiously situating a few of the larger books on Turbo's coffee table, a further read into his soul that Turbo was entirely not prepared for. He nearly jumped clear out of his skin the second his phone vibrated once, a sharp buzz on his cold counter top.
Imdead : No worries, her and her mother just got into a pretty nasty fight, so some time away from the palace is probably best, just as long as she stays in your supervision. Just be sure she's home before her now midnight curfew. Thanks, Turbo.
Black : Yes sir, no issue.
Turbo rolled his eyes in now rising dismay, the whole fact that he was now saddled with a stranger for the rest of the evening, he wondered just what Berri, and now Zed, had signed him up for. Turbo knew, full well, that a little bit of social interaction wasn't going to kill him, though with just how reclusive he was, he knew his trembling, wavering soul could hardly afford it. Just as he was about to take yet another peek over his shoulder and somehow pray the vision of Berri sitting there, in his living room, was simply a gnarly hallucination, Turbo jolted once more as the kettle suddenly began to whistle with urgency. Turbo stabbed his heightened, golden gaze to the kettle, removed it from it's flame and bit his lip in concentration. He tenderly poured the scalding water over the tea strainer, into the cup for Berri. It steamed up past his face and smelled of the sweetest chamomile. With a racing heart and terrified urgency he prayed would settle, he finally eased out of the kitchen, down the steps and returned to Berri's fragile presence.
"Your highness," Turbo stated in a depth of crackling, nervous warmth, something Berri cued to, and as he softly handed her the mug, she took it with care as he fumbled to carry on, "C-Careful, it's... Really hot."
"Thank you, that's so sweet," Berri eased as she peered down to the delicious cup of tea, a dainty, golden spoon stuck out from the frothy, yummy mess of it.
"I... Put some honey in it, I wasn't sure," Turbo staggered, his slightly shaking hand fumbled for the arm rest of the edge of his couch, and as he sat down, he sat in a mildly uncomfortable, stiff position of knees just barely spread, hands nervously clasped together in his lap.
"It's perfect, thank you," Berri sighed into the steamy mug, and after having taken a sip, she felt a further amount of warmth coat her soul, something she was absolutely sure she wouldn't be experiencing in Turbo's presence, of all people.
"Good," Turbo huffed a gentle sigh, bobbed a nod and looked across his home. He anxiously twiddled his thumbs, looked as if he was battling a few different words to start out with, and finally resorted to biting his lower lip. After a few moments of tender silence that he was almost desperate to break, he cleared his throat, cocked an eyebrow, and finally volleyed Berri an almost nervous look of inquisition, "So, uh... I-I really don't know where to begin. I guess, my question for you is... How come your subsitute teacher was talking about me?"
Berri heaved a long, silent sigh, looked down to the cup she carefully cradled in her lap and gently tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I guess... Two games got unplugged today because, well... Someone from Super Mario 'went Turbo'," Berri used air quotes, she bravely gave Turbo full eye contact, though only afforded herself a second, or two, of it. She nervously looked off and to the side, she wondered if she could potentially practice holding eye contact with him for longer, in each glance. She tried to remain hopeful that she'd eventually overcome this fear of hers, "It... Was all I heard around Arcade, today. The fact that your name kept popping up. And then my substitute teacher told me that she hoped you were currently rotting in hell."
Turbo choked back a laugh, bravely beamed a boyish smile and looked down at his gingerly clasped hands, though Berri raised her eyebrows in tender surprise and was shocked that she was able to catch Turbo in a nearly-full on smile, the strange sight of it and sound of his laughter had her heart surging in an overflow of curiosity, her brain quickly wondered just what else could possibly keep him smiling and laughing.
"Can't say I blame her," Turbo huffed, and with this little discovery, Berri now noticed that Turbo was doing everything to force said handsome smile away.
"What exactly happened to make the Arcade hate you so much?" Berri hissed in soft, whispering confusion as she narrowed her eyes and shook her head, Turbo's eyes gently locked with hers once more, "I... I can't see that, in you. I can't see you doing something so heinous that... The whole of Arcade would turn its back on you, like that."
"Well, nowadays, it probably wouldn't be deemed as heinous," Turbo shrugged, his tone lilted in annoyance, "What have you heard today, about the most recent unplugs? Nothing but sympathy and sorrow? You think the whole of Arcade would go after, I don't know, Mario or Luigi, if they were found still alive?"
"I don't know," Berri shook her head, as desperately as she fought to hold eye contact with Turbo, it nearly burned her alive. She continued to find solace in Turbo's white coffee mug, half empty of it's delicious tea, "You're right, everyone was just... Sad, shocked."
Turbo held his creepy eyes tight to Berri's tender, womanly disposition, still in thought and listening. He dared to sneak a small smile, he was relieved to find that her presence wasn't making him uncomfortable any longer. As much as he'd kill to curl back up with his book and be left alone, he felt relieved that she had remained calm and had successfully climbed to his level of stillness and maturity, even if it may be hard for a young, bright, fiery, dewy-eyed school girl of a princess.
"A long time ago, I was just... Taught to win, to race my heart out, to place first," Turbo warmly explained, "Throttle thought he was doing me favors. It... Very quickly went to my head. So much so that poor Nox and Lash just... Sat in my shadow, seething. I don't think I ever even would LET them place first."
"...Nox is probably the last person to hold it over you," Berri warmly smiled with a shrug, she silently congratulated herself for holding eye contact with Turbo for five whole seconds; a new record.
"Nox was the last person, but Lash was the first," Turbo's raspy voice stated in dark remembrance, his eyes aimlessly looked down to the coffee table as he heaved a tired sigh, "Lash was so in my ear, so in my head... The second Roadblasters was plugged in, he urged me to go after it. To do anything I could to get Roadblasters unplugged... He dangled my insecurity over me, and made it seem like my whole life depended on it."
"...What was your insecurity?" Berri wondered softly.
Turbo's eyes grew sad, they held aimless to his table as he just barely shook his head and uttered the word, like a stone in his heart, "... Losing."
Berri frowned and held her eyes tight to Turbo's face. In whole gratitude that he was now in a comfortable, aimless stare on his coffee table, Berri took this opportunity to really assess Turbo's face and expressions. Adorn with the beginnings of a rugged, black beard, he looked as if he maybe hadn't cared to shave in a week or two. His dark eyebrows were furrowed into his crisp, golden eyes, the void of his intense stare, the black pixel-cubed pupils that Berri now noticed dilated and retracted like normal pupils, were slightly enlarged due to their dim surroundings; something Berri was sure was potentially helping her with this whole 'hold longer eye contact, with Turbo, than the last time' game she had going on. Turbo's masculine shoulders lifted as he inhaled a deep breath, his strong collar bones peeked through his matte grey skin, he situated his sitting position and slowly got a little more comfortable, as if it were simply a dare he had set upon himself and sought to complete.
"I successfully got Roadblasters unplugged, but no one warned me that TurboTime would go down with the ship, too," Turbo stated curtly, as if to still feel bitterness over it. He lulled his eyes closed and shook his head, "What I'd give to have that game back... If I could go back in time, and do it all again..."
Berri furrowed her brow and, as much as she wanted to look off in contemplation, she held her curious gaze tight to Turbo's face. Any chance she had to look him in the face, sans fear, she ate up, though the second that familiar glow resurfaced, and his gaze was lofted in her direction once more, she felt her insides clench as her eyes did everything they could to hone in on his cheekbones, his nose, his forehead, anything. She finally gave up scouring the rest of his face in secretive panic and looked back down to her mug of tea.
"Well... It seems like mom and dad gave you a bit of a do-over, here, right?" Berri questioned with a lilt of uplift, a cute smile upon her pink lips, she brought the mug to her face and took a hearty sip of the delicious tea. She shrugged, looked up to Turbo's high ceilings and was suddenly surprised to find that he had a secretive loft that hung just above them, an overhang that only the glass of the skyscraper separated the loft from the clouds; she knew they were high up, though she was only just now realizing that Turbo's home was the highest point. She tried not to seem to curious to wander up to that loft by finally giving Turbo a bout of brave eye contact, once more, "I'm sure hiding away is all you want right now... I-I... I definitely didn't make your life any easier, did I."
"Well, I wouldn't say you made it harder," Turbo's voice dribbled to a depth of love, it was now something that Berri was beginning to crave, the cold exterior, of his, showing any warmth, outside the glow of his eyes, was a new discovery, something she was certain was probably hard for him to convey. Although Turbo pushed the envelope, Berri could see him at war with himself, a huge battle of give and take he didn't know how to balance. How badly he wanted to show a secretive plethora of love and warmth, and how terrified he was to open the floodgates of trust. Turbo cleared his throat and shook his head, "I-I'd say you just made it more interesting. I didn't think I'd actually be successful in remaining anonymous for this long."
"I just hope they don't try and come for you, or something?" Berri worried, "My intentions were not to create a safety issue, for you."
"User, no, it's impossible to reach my home unless you're coming from the main teleportation pad, of the palace," Turbo waved his hand in nonchalance, he then gestured his thumb to his sturdy, hidden front door and cocked an eyebrow. He gave Berri a daring, boyish smirk and shook his head, "And even if they did, you think anyone can make their way through that slab? Zed reinforced it tenfold... Not even Ralph himself can bust that door down."
"...How the heck is that possible?" Berri beamed him a wide, incredulous smile, hoping that somehow the smiles and laughter could be contagious, and maybe Turbo would finally come out of his shell in his entirety, though she could tell that he was definitely going to be a tough cookie to crack.
"Code room magic, your highness," Turbo sighed, he sagged into the couch and looked down to the hands in his lap; it was in this small instance of defeat did Berri now begin to feel as if they were at least buddies, at this point, and could be on first name status; she felt his respectful words of 'your highness' continuously and frustratingly push their tiny, budding friendship back to strictly game-mate acquaintances.
"Well... I guess I won't keep you any longer than I have," Berri stated in a slump of nonchalance, though she felt a whole entire slew of victory hit her skin as she tenderly set her mug on Turbo's coffee table, the way that he stiffened and gestured his hand to her in a worrying fit of not wanting her to leave, Berri very slowly began to beam a closed-mouth smile of impending victory.
"N-No, you're not... Keeping me, I wasn't doing anything important," Turbo urged in a rasp of nervousness, though he cleared his throat and furrowed his brow; he inwardly cursed himself. Not ten minutes ago he was upset that his evening of solitude was ruined, and now, he felt confusion hit his heart, why he felt the need to prolong Berri's questions, her curious heart, he eyed her in a spike of now visible nervousness and shook his head, "Forgive me... I hope I was able to answer at least some of your questions."
"I still feel like there's a whole entire hours worth of questions I still have," Berri blurt a small laugh, and although she looked as if she was previously going to stand and suggest she leave, she sat back in the continuous roll of victory within herself, a true affirmation that Turbo's spikey blue koopa shell was definitely penetrable, however painfully difficult it was, "I'm sure there's more to your story than just... You got two games unplugged and now you're simply just hiding away. My mom speaks very highly of you, attributes her being crowned and, well... Being ALIVE, to you, and your successes."
"She does?" Turbo wondered in a tender lilt of humbled surprise as he laid his hand to his chest, Berri blurt a small giggle and looked down to her hands in the conflicting feelings that hit her heart.
"Yeah... And, I, not a half an hour ago, told her that I hated her, to her face," Berri stated through a huff of a sigh full of regret. She shook her head and, this time, couldn't control the well of tears, "I feel like the hugest bitch..."
Turbo flinched at her word, drew his inquisitive gaze to her and felt a sting of confused feelings hit his heart, head-on. He peered to her in a roll of tenderness, not knowing much about Berri, he felt terrible that she had begun to well up. Although the only thing he wanted to do was at least lay a hand to her shoulder and bring her entire solace in the fact that she wasn't as terrible as she thought she was, he felt the walls around his heart grow higher and higher, a notion he almost was at war with, something he almost felt he didn't even agree to, but had no control over. He grit his teeth, he knew he was strict in not allowing himself to get too close to anyone, to remain reserved and reclusive, he furrowed his brow and swore he wouldn't let anyone's tears break his stance of coldness; even if behind those tears were an incredible pair of loving blue eyes, a gaze that lofted him a lifetime of understanding, and from hardly a half an hour of what could be considered a tiny ember of an acquaintanceship.
"You're far from, your highness," Turbo's deep voice eased.
Berri bobbed a nod and felt full defeat finally hit her. She sagged, she was well aware she was not just crying for show, though she somehow was hoping her vulnerable little release would somehow bring him to her level, and finish the deal with Turbo finally jumping on board first-name status. In further defeat, and further realization that Turbo was likely not someone she would ever be able to be good friends with, she accepted this quick fate and bobbed a nod of gratitude, she lofted him a small smile and began to show reservedness herself; as if to wonder if she should play his game back at him. She could see the urgency in his disposition, as if he was simply trying to navigate the fact that he had a house guest for the first time in his life, as if he was plainly trying to figure out just how to go about making a friend, and just what that all entailed.
"I appreciate you answering some of my questions," Berri nodded, she looked over her shoulder in a slow sweep and peered to the palace far on the horizon. She sighed and shook her head, "I... Probably will be permanently palace-bound for the rest of time, so... I don't suppose it'd be alright if I messaged you from time to time? Any other questions I may think up?"
"Yes, ma'am," Turbo quickly agreed with a nod, "Y-You'll... See me around the palace, every now and then. Or I can just let you know when I'm around."
"That'd be great," Berri eased, she tried to not seem too forward, she wondered just why her veins began to wiggle with purpose, just why she wanted to be Turbo's friend so badly.
She could somehow see a small shred of it, as well, in Turbo's demeanor, though she had to wonder if it was just him being painfully nice, to potentially get her out of his house faster. She softly began to stand, though was only further delighted in her findings with the second he nervously jolted to a stand, the look of impending concern on his face, as if he maybe was trying so hard to convey that he rather enjoyed having a house guest for once. Berri slyly gave him a smile, as if to silently insinuate to him that she didn't mind being the guinea pig in this new venture of his.
"Not... To be forward, but... C-Can I make you something to eat? Or, interest you in another cup of tea?" Turbo bravely staggered, the both of them gently stood; Berri was comfortably draped in his hoodie, something he was almost certain he'd likely never get back. He rubbed the back of his head, glossed his eyes to the palace in the distance and knew, full well, that Zed's only plight about Berri being out was her midnight curfew, something that was a whole six hours away, "I... Actually have a few questions for you, if you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all," Berri concluded with a small huff of a chuckle, a sense of knowing, she was well aware Turbo was likely a fish out of water here, and anything to practice fumbling his way through any shred of a social life was something she definitely had more than enough time for, "I really don't want to go back to that User-forsaken palace, right now, anyways, so... Keep the tea comin'."
