Corn Fields (private thread)

"Continent. Snowy- well, that's probably most of Canada, Alaska- islands kind of cut out any of the snowier states I guess," He was curious about her translator, since they were running into few difficulties on words that felt more common. Islands, of course, and atlas, most of the things. Movies as well- he wouldn't mind seeing one of the movies that her kind made. He flipped through the musty book slowly, skipping pages here and there to keep them on the northern area of North America.

"A cousin is- uh, someone related to you? Like, not your brother or sister. Your...parents siblings kids. I guess. There's probably a better way to explain that, maybe next I can draw you a family tree," He said, only half joking.

"Can't be too different- you've got a twin, a brother? So if her had kids, and you had kids, they'd be cousins." He paused after that, realizing that that was the better way of explaining it. At least, he was fairly certain that was what cousin meant, he'd never really thought about it that hard. If they weren't aunts, uncles, or grandparents, they were cousins. Once you got into the 'twice removed' it just got unnecessarily confusing. While considering this, he was also forcing himself not to laugh at her as she was obviously intrigued by the word 'Canada'- it was a fun word, if he thought about it.

"Oh- geeze Fawn, thats- uh...Alaska. Wow, kind of up there. Cold too, I mean, I hope someone's around with an electric blanket for him. 'S'all ice and bears." He frowned, considering that Fawn had gotten cold just that night, if her 'other half' was in the same condition, Alaska probably wasn't a fun place to be. And she seemed so eager, so unaware of the distance just between them and the Canadian border, it almost hurt to crush that-

"There's- uh, kind of a broad map, in the back, of the US," He suggested, since he didn't know the distance in miles off the top of his head, and he wasn't sure that would mean anything to her anyways. Once folded out, the map of the US took up most of the coffee table, and he realized that Canada wasn't even on it, which meant that Alaska was shown in the little box underneath Texas, along with Hawaii.

"...It's a ways out there." He said, now trying to remember if they had a world map anywhere.

"Small scale," He amended, frowning down at the map- "And- uh, days walk? Well, we're kind in here somewhere," He gestured vaguely to Iowa, "And we probably wouldn't make it to the states border in a day. Driving, maybe, but all the way to Alaska, that's a long-ass time, and we'd have to get through Canada." He stifled a yawn, feeling that it was somewhat bizarre- first contact with an alien species, and at that moment, he mostly wanted to go to sleep. Damn body, always needing dumb things at dumb times.

"How far can your ship go? I mean- if it's functional, what does it run on? I'd think anything that goes between star systems could make a quick jaunt across the continent. Of course, you'd have to be careful about military bases, they don't much like things zipping through them like that. Man, my cousin 'Liza, flew a damn crop duster into one once, thatwas a bit of a nightmare."

"I might be able to get a tractor running, but even then, we'd have to tow it through the field, there's...not really any discreet way of doing that. I mean, no one comes out here much, but there'd be questions around harvest," That was going to be a problem- they couldn't exactly just leave her ship out there, broken or not. Maybe they could just... put a tarp over it, or something.

"Sunrise- uh, couple hours still. It's what, midnight? No, one. Sunrise is probably around like...6. I dunno really, I'm not awake to see it this time of year, and I don't remember much that happens before 9 AM when I am anyways. We're not naturally nocturnal, but- I mean, I'm still awake. And a lot of people who work night-shifts kind of just deal." He shrugged, "That, um, being said, I'm probably got to fall asleep in like half an hour or I'll be totally useless. I don't know if you're tired- or...If you sleep? But you're welcome to stay on the couch, or there's my sisters room down the hall, no one else's home so...yeah." He stood up, swaying slightly.

"Room's this way- can you stand alright? I can carry you again, 's'no trouble," he offered, only briefly entertaining the idea that she had Wolverine style healing powers, but that would be ridiculous. She was still...well, not human exactly, but she was just an alien, it couldn't be that outlandish.

"And the blanket, yeah, that's fine, it never caught fire when we were using it with the chickens, it'll be fine for a night. Or five. Whatever." He was a little worried about the smell, but then, maybe old chicken smell wasn't the same kind of smell to her as it was to him. Or maybe she was just polite.

"Yeah, of course," He almost wanted to offer his elbow to lean on or something, kind of old fashioned, bit it felt right. He didn't, of course, instead just leading her through the kitchen and down the hall, careful to stay close. The kitchen was embarressing for the same reasons the downed wifi was- this being traveled all the way across the universe, and he couldn't keep the dirty dishes out of the sink. Maybe they had automated robots, or something, or...what did they even eat? There was a question, it wouldn't do to just have her starve during her stay here. Maybe there was something in her ship though, he'd have to cross that bridge when they got to it.

The question struck him as an odd one, and he had to wonder if that was some weird cultural thing, or just...something that didn't translate well-

"I mean- sure, I don't really see any freak accidents happening," except for the electric blanket catching fire, but what were the chances, "And we don't really get a lot of house intruders out this far- the neighbors have geese and pigs anyways, so if anything was coming down our way, they'd know first." He cast what he hoped was a reassuring smile towards her, and then pushed the door open. The room was small, with a yellow and blue quilt on the bed, which also held a pile of stuffed animals. It had been a while since his sister had actually been back in that room to clear it out, most of her old stuff was still there.

"Yeah," He laughed a little, looking around the room- "It hasn't really changed much since we were kids I guess. She doesn't come around that often," He scratched the back of his head, looking around the place. There were some clothes in the closet still, he figured that they would probably fit her if she didn't have anything other than the tattered suit she had on. That couldn't be comfortable to wear around-

"It's- um, it's a dog. Not a real dog, I mean, it's a stuffed dog. I mean, I dunno about a purpose, it's a kids toy. It's for... hugging. Cuddling. Playing with- what, you guys don't have toys on your planet?" Maybe they were pod people or something, just spawned out of the ground.

So they grew up from childhood, that was one less weirdness. Though the fact that they apparently only had educational toys was a little odd, though he supposed a lot of toys could be classified as that. If nothing else, teaching motor skills at a developmental age.

"No problem- sleep well, 'n'all that." He paused awkwardly for a moment, uncertain of what else to do- so he smiled, and left, not quite latching the door before going back to his own room. He thought that he was never going to go to sleep, he was just going to stare at the ceiling for the next six hours- more like fifteen minutes. He went out like a light, and when the morning rolled around, he was more than a little confused. It had to be a dream, that was the only thought in his sleep filled mind as he trudged down the hall into the kitchen, fumbling with coffee and a wrapper to a pop-tart.

It was a dream. Aliens? That was a little odd, but it had felt so...surreal. Poptarts were good though, they were real. There probably wasn't an alien in his sisters bedroom though.

The reaction was a slow one- a pause, his head half way in the fridge as he tried to determine if they had milk or not. Slowly, he turned around, holding his unbuttoned flannel closed around his chest, blinking sleepily at Fawn. His eyes snapped wide at the same time the toaster dinged, the pop tarts popping up with the smell of toasted sugar and processed pastry dough, and Maddox waved a hand in an attempt at greeting-
"H-Hi! Wow- I, uh, forgot- Jesus, your ships still out there," he ran a hand through his mop of hair- "I thought... nevermind- uh, how are you? Coffee? I mean- can you drink coffee? Or eat food from earth, 'cause there's a descent amount." It wasn't exactly the first cuisine he'd introduce to an alien- old veggies, a hand full of eggs, cereal, and pop tarts. Not to mention various canned goods.
"Or... do you even eat?" That was probably a stupid question, but it was early, without coffee. His brain was a little dense at that hour.

"It's a toaster- she's a little old, but we love her anyways," He said, patting the side of the machine before extracting the pastries, "For- y'know, toasting things. Mostly bread. Don't stick anything metal in it though," He said as he fished one out with a metal fork, "Could electrocute you. And as for a sandwich, well, that's kind of a broad thing. I mean, we have bread, which is the most important part, though some might think that the meat is more important- unless they're vegetarian, in which case... I dunno what vegetarians put in their sandwiches. I think we've got some lunch meat though, lemme look." He turned back towards the fridge, extracting a variety of things he found important to the art of Sandwich making. Mayo, cheese, lettuce (only slightly wilted), ham, and a jar of pickles that only had two left floating in it.

"You said plants are a no, so...no lettuce I guess," He put that back and looked at the items- "Seems a little boring. If you want to just- uh, look around, that'd be fine too. We've got some eggs still, make a good breakfast sandwich with eggs." He said, going over to a cabinet and pulling out a mug for coffee, which was liberally doused with milk and sugar before he took a fucking sip babe.