[Breakfast from the saloon is carefully laid out, though she pauses in unwrapping a cloth from around a plate of eggs as he tells her that. She thinks it's a foolish move, though she's observed him enough by now to know that he isn't the sort to make foolish moves so freely. Of course that leads her to wonder if he's making a calculated move here, if he's wondering what her reaction may be.
She doesn't give him one apart from arched eyebrows as she sets out bread and butter. All of it tastes like dirt, none of it is keeping them healthy. But it's there if he wants it. She abstains, choosing to instead look up to the sky.]
I want to play a game.
[Her eyes don't look to him when she speaks, as she's too busy taking in the different colors of the slow sunrise unfolding before them.]
I ask three questions, you give me three answers. Honest answers.
[It's a way of testing him to see if he's capable of following the sort of orders she values the most. Oh, there's fun in making him do heavy lifting and silly things with the children at school. She'll delight in telling him to take her horseback riding and to dance with her to the ridiculous music that's played on the piano at the saloon. But information is what Clara always truly prizes. It's the only way she knows she can have an advantage over the powerful people here. Her newfound magic isn't competition for what others here can do, which makes her aware that information is still her greatest strength.
Even if she has no intention of asking things that are cruel or meant to make him squirm. There are some things she's curious about and sees an opening to make him answer.]
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She doesn't give him one apart from arched eyebrows as she sets out bread and butter. All of it tastes like dirt, none of it is keeping them healthy. But it's there if he wants it. She abstains, choosing to instead look up to the sky.]
I want to play a game.
[Her eyes don't look to him when she speaks, as she's too busy taking in the different colors of the slow sunrise unfolding before them.]
I ask three questions, you give me three answers. Honest answers.
[It's a way of testing him to see if he's capable of following the sort of orders she values the most. Oh, there's fun in making him do heavy lifting and silly things with the children at school. She'll delight in telling him to take her horseback riding and to dance with her to the ridiculous music that's played on the piano at the saloon. But information is what Clara always truly prizes. It's the only way she knows she can have an advantage over the powerful people here. Her newfound magic isn't competition for what others here can do, which makes her aware that information is still her greatest strength.
Even if she has no intention of asking things that are cruel or meant to make him squirm. There are some things she's curious about and sees an opening to make him answer.]