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"I am not sure I know what Alexa is either but it sounds cool." She paused thoughtfully. "I know Siri, which was the phone voice thing." Airy had never had something like that though.

She settled next to him on the bed and reached over to grab a bit of what looked like roasted chicken to nibble on. "Yes please." Airy smiled at him.

"I have a question. I get why the CIA would want to spy on people but where would they get the money to do that? The US is in crazy amounts of debt and it sounds like a lot of work. I think there are a couple million people in New York by itself."

"There's plenty of money," Cassidy replied, perfectly matter-of-fact, "it just don't come from the government. Zuckerberg and the bloody Koch brothers, for example; they've got more money than God. Bloody trillions. They funnel it through shell corporations, build up algorithms. They don't need a set of ears on every single person to get proper surveillance, these days — it's all just data."

Airy sat back and listened, occasionally taking a sip of her wine as she watched Cassidy's lips. "I don't think God has money. I think that's kind of the point of being God." She flashed him a smile to let him know that she was teasing.

"You know, I could listen to you talk for hours. I love the way your voice sounds." It was melodic in its own way and comfortable.

Airy wiggled a bit and then carefully rolled onto her stomach with her ankles hooking together behind her. She used the leverage of her legs to pull the box out from under her bed. Since the last time Cassidy had seen it, it now had both of their names on it and a few cute doodles you'd expect to be in the spiral notebook of a high schooler. Airy was not a skilled artist.

"Here. I should get this stuff out too." She flicked up the lid and pushed it so that Cassidy could reach her small drug stash if he wanted.

"Well, I'm not the one to be askin' about God, anyhow," he interjected with a shrug, then tried — unsuccessfully — to suppress a smile at her comment about his voice. He tried not to get too happy when she said things like that, but it was... well, it was nice.

He tore bits off of a bread roll and popped them into his mouth while she fiddled with the box, then reached over the snatch up the bag of coke. Just keeping it close for now.

"Did you do that? It's lovely," he said, pointing a finger at the doodles before settling back into the previous topic. "Yeah, you think we're bein' watched here? Try livin' your life with an actual spy robot in your house. Or trackin' every move your thumb makes on your bloody phone. Might not be much sinister about it at the moment, but if you think they're gonna stop at advertisin', you'll have another thing comin'."

Airy released a short huff of laughter followed by a demeaning shake of her head. "Not really. I don't think master pieces involve stick figures, even if they sometimes have hair." By hair, Airy meant a mess of squiggly lines. You only really knew it was hair because it was on top of the figures head.

She stayed on her stomach but turned and wiggled her body so she could comfortably stare up at Cassidy. "I have lived like that. It's awkward at first but you get used to it after awhile." For a few months she was under what she called 'house arrest' with Gus watching her every movement. It was for her own good but Airy still hadn't enjoyed being stuck in an underground bunker without being able to go outside.

"Can you pass me something to eat? I didn't think to grab plates."

He tossed her a bread roll from inside the basket before pulling a little piece of that chicken-looking stuff for himself.

"People can adapt to incredible circumstances," he agreed. "A lot of it's just puttin' your head down and makin' do with what you've got. Most of it's out of our control, anyhow."

Airy caught the bread like it was a basketball going through a hoop, letting it hit her chest and then fall into her hand. She took a little nibble of the starchy treat and wondered how the fairies got the bread to taste so different from what she bought in a store.

"Yeah." She looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "Is it okay that I don't hate it here? I mean. It's pretty nice. All things considered."

It was almost worth the aggravation.

Cassidy lowered his brow. "Nooo," he assured her, drawing the word out to (hopefully) drive it home. "Truth be told, I don't hate it either. It mighta been touch-and-go for a coupla weeks, there, but if I were gonna hate the place, they'd have to do worse than that."

It helped that there had been no significant consequences handed down from on high over the mess with He Ming. Either the fairies hadn't found out, or they didn't care. Since the presence of the favored was supposed to be all about their 'entertainment,' Cassidy was betting on the latter.

"I mean —" he gestured toward the music dock, "— we've got tunes, rent-free livin', and all the basic food groups."

At food groups, he held up his cup of wine and reached for the bag of cocaine.

"It's not so bad after all."

Airy laughed as she popped another piece of bread into her mouth. "That's all true." Though it wasn't the reason why she liked this world as much as she did. Cassidy might not realize it but he was the reason that this place was enjoyable. There were other reasons but he was at the top of the list; far above anything else.

"No responsibilities and they give us stuff. Okay, that sounds like I'm super lazy." She laughed as she rolled onto her back and looked up at the sheet that was draped over the top of the fort. "Do you have Pudge? I think our fort needs a guard fish."

It was random but Airy's thoughts were all over the place.

She'll blame the cocaine and the fact that she felt super comfortable around Cassidy.

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