Lyubov tries to picture a guy with squared-off fingers, and then tries to figure out what possible theme there could be that would justify it—from everything Magne has said, it sounds like Quirks are narrative, which to Lyubov means they're something enforced by the way the world thinks it should be. She'll have to ask at some point, about how appropriate Quirks are, to the people who have them.
"Oh, Hawk?" she says, when Magne brings up Hawkeye. "Yeah, nu. I had to like, explain to him some things about myself. About the extra eyes?"
But it sounds like she wouldn't have to explain those things to Magne, or at least, not for the same reasons. She and Magne seem to come from worlds more similar than not.
And the idea of Hawkeye as the default "some shmuk with no powers" is very funny.
But as to the matter of magic and other natural forces—
"I mean like, where I'm from, magic is just something like ... like electricity, and allegedly like, magnetism's part of electricity? And if one thing is magic, so are all the other things. People included, since like, allegedly people run on electricity or something. Mine husband told me about the frog experiment—"
She shrugs.
"I am a rabbi. The natural world and its workings, they are my concern but only because I live in the world, and all of HaShem's workings ought to be something I value. I am no natural philosopher. But the distinction thou'rt making, as to where the energy comes from ..." she pauses. "Maybe I'll get to ask mine husband his opinion, again." He frowns, and then dismisses the thought. Too depressing to think of, right now. He really hopes that he'll get back, and that he'll get back as if he'd never been away from his husband.
When Magne introduces herself formally, Lyubov's relieved that her hunch was right, about why Magne reminded her so much of some of her friends back home.
"Well, funny coincidence!" she says, grinning at Magne. "My mothers did not think I was a girl, and mine uncle suspected, but was never quite sure. But I am. Well, nu." She smiles, a little sheepishly. "I am a woman such as thou art, to other women like us two, and to women who keep company with women. But to mine husband and to other men who keep company with men and rarely marry, I will always be a man like that. But, to thee, I'm called Lyubov."
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Lyubov tries to picture a guy with squared-off fingers, and then tries to figure out what possible theme there could be that would justify it—from everything Magne has said, it sounds like Quirks are narrative, which to Lyubov means they're something enforced by the way the world thinks it should be. She'll have to ask at some point, about how appropriate Quirks are, to the people who have them.
"Oh, Hawk?" she says, when Magne brings up Hawkeye. "Yeah, nu. I had to like, explain to him some things about myself. About the extra eyes?"
But it sounds like she wouldn't have to explain those things to Magne, or at least, not for the same reasons. She and Magne seem to come from worlds more similar than not.
And the idea of Hawkeye as the default "some shmuk with no powers" is very funny.
But as to the matter of magic and other natural forces—
"I mean like, where I'm from, magic is just something like ... like electricity, and allegedly like, magnetism's part of electricity? And if one thing is magic, so are all the other things. People included, since like, allegedly people run on electricity or something. Mine husband told me about the frog experiment—"
She shrugs.
"I am a rabbi. The natural world and its workings, they are my concern but only because I live in the world, and all of HaShem's workings ought to be something I value. I am no natural philosopher. But the distinction thou'rt making, as to where the energy comes from ..." she pauses. "Maybe I'll get to ask mine husband his opinion, again." He frowns, and then dismisses the thought. Too depressing to think of, right now. He really hopes that he'll get back, and that he'll get back as if he'd never been away from his husband.
When Magne introduces herself formally, Lyubov's relieved that her hunch was right, about why Magne reminded her so much of some of her friends back home.
"Well, funny coincidence!" she says, grinning at Magne. "My mothers did not think I was a girl, and mine uncle suspected, but was never quite sure. But I am. Well, nu." She smiles, a little sheepishly. "I am a woman such as thou art, to other women like us two, and to women who keep company with women. But to mine husband and to other men who keep company with men and rarely marry, I will always be a man like that. But, to thee, I'm called Lyubov."