Funtimes... didn't kill everyone in sight. She might be too sugar-addled to take stock of the infraction. Or, she might be saving punishment for later. But at least, for now, whatever irritation Revolution tried and failed to hide, she still didn't meet the grisly demise her name seemingly destined her for.
Of course, the sugary description of the Epic in white's Epic boyfriend might have been considered punishment enough. Sam's mental list of facts about Voidgaze's boyfriend tripled within the next couple of sentences, though she suspected her list ultimately looked a lot different than the one Voidgaze kept in her head.
Name like the henchman in an old crime movie.
Is considerate, which probably means he lays his coat down over vanilla's blood puddles for his girlfriend to walk over.
Is probably why everything in Thoughttown smells faintly of pork while people go hungry outside.
Addendum to #1: the dumb henchman. Name like the dumb henchman in a crime movie, not the streetwise and clever one.
Regardless, she smiled and nodded at Voidgaze's gushing description. If Revolution's transgression had only barely avoided punishment, then telling Epic Bonnie that Clyde was a slontze probably wouldn't end very well. Best to save the snark for Epics Funtimes didn't like.
"No, gush all you like," Sam said with a smile. We can't stop you. "He sounds wonderful."
A thought suddenly occurred to her. She was talking to a Thoughttown Epic. A chatty one who'd been present when the first shots of an inter-Epic war rang out the other night. This was a chance to get some street info. Street info that, maybe, could be cashed into the Bank of Funtimes in exchange for a mouthy hippie's life.
"So," Sam began, keeping her voice purposely casual. "Is Big Al the person you had to protect in the trouble last night? The trouble with the bad people?"