<strong>Maria Park</strong>(2008, age: 16)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Sully<br/><hr/><br/>"Hmm..." Maria thought out loud for a moment before answers. She was actually kind of impressed by the questions that Sully was asking - questions which Maria had previously assumed that only she asked herself, but apparently she wasn't the only one. "Well, if not books, I'm sure that they have<em>some</em>way of recording and transmitting knowledge and history. I can't imagine them not having something."<br/><br/>When Sully went back to describing his math teacher and their relationship, it wasn't hard at all for Maria to tell that there was a bit more to it than what he was saying, and that he probably had a little crush. She'd felt similarly about one or two of her own teachers, so she knew the feeling. Eventually, she'd realized that they were unattainable and had grown out of it, but she didn't want to burst Sully's bubble. Maria had the impression that he was too frail and sensitive, so she treated him more carefully than she did most people.<br/><br/>"Well, that's good...math is good. Although I don't know what the heck magic does to the law of conservation of mass. Or maybe it's made from something that we pull in from another realm...<em>ughh</em>," she groaned dejectedly, realizing that asking herself these things would just end up with her finding no answers but infinitely more questions.<br/><br/>The water had just about started boiling, so she lifted the lid and tossed in all of the remaining angel hairs from the box that Sully had fetched, then added enough salt to help infuse the pasta with more taste and a better texture as it cooked.<br/><br/>"You can go change if you want, this is going to take a few minutes," Maria said as she lit up another burner on the stove, over which she placed a small pot which she'd poured the marinara sauce into. "I'll set the table, but you're helping with the dishes."