"If this is poison it better be the good shit," Erin answers; she raises the glass as if to toast, and downs it to buy time to study this...
...This...
...Wait a fucking minute. Memories from a lifetime of hookups with fellow Lost and some mortals are trying to tick their way into the front of Erin's mind, fighting their way past pillow talk to get back to fascinating infodumping and eating girls out under their computer desks and...wait...
"You wouldn't happen to be from..." there's a name for this, wait, Erin knows it, it's not Azazoth that's the Lovecraft guy and also that's the whole planet, hold up, focus, summon the lesbian power GOT IT - "Teldrassil, would you? Hugeass tree?"
NSFW allusions in narration
...This...
...Wait a fucking minute. Memories from a lifetime of hookups with fellow Lost and some mortals are trying to tick their way into the front of Erin's mind, fighting their way past pillow talk to get back to fascinating infodumping and eating girls out under their computer desks and...wait...
"You wouldn't happen to be from..." there's a name for this, wait, Erin knows it, it's not Azazoth that's the Lovecraft guy and also that's the whole planet, hold up, focus, summon the lesbian power GOT IT - "Teldrassil, would you? Hugeass tree?"