The Coldplay-blathering isn't unwelcome. For one thing, R.L. likes hearing people talk about their interests (to a point--she knows more about rap, anime, and xenolegalistic theory than she wants to, now). But more immediately relevant, Rosie's oblivious prattle gives R.L. a chance to recover her composure. And as Rosie enjoys herself just talking about music, R.L. realizes she's been putting too much pressure on this conversation--her first real conversation in Amani--to go somewhere in particular. It doesn't have to be exciting, important, or even sexy. At least, not today.
She sighs. It's something of a relief to accept that like every other part of her life, this conversation is just going to be a mess.
"My mother loved them. She played Viva la Vida--the album, I mean--constantly. I learned to play the violin part of 'Viva la Vida'--the song--but I actually liked 'Death and All His Friends' better. It wasn't as catchy, but it was more interesting. Experimental. Good for escaping into my imagination now and again."
R.L. drinks some of her daiquiri. Stripped of the weight of an expected destiny, it's a pretty good drink. R.L. gives Rosie a nod to acknowledge the quality of her drink-mixing skills.
"Unfortunately I didn't really keep up with my musical studies. Or... any studies. My world sort-of ended in 2009, and I had to go on a bunch of... adventures, I guess." She looks over the record side of the store. "I know of another version of Earth where humanity eked out another couple of centuries. Maybe Coldplay made more albums on that Earth? I never really thought to ask. They were just Coldplay, after all."
She looks back from the records to Rosie with a bit of a wry expression. "You were right: you did have more to offer than what was on the menu."
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She sighs. It's something of a relief to accept that like every other part of her life, this conversation is just going to be a mess.
"My mother loved them. She played Viva la Vida--the album, I mean--constantly. I learned to play the violin part of 'Viva la Vida'--the song--but I actually liked 'Death and All His Friends' better. It wasn't as catchy, but it was more interesting. Experimental. Good for escaping into my imagination now and again."
R.L. drinks some of her daiquiri. Stripped of the weight of an expected destiny, it's a pretty good drink. R.L. gives Rosie a nod to acknowledge the quality of her drink-mixing skills.
"Unfortunately I didn't really keep up with my musical studies. Or... any studies. My world sort-of ended in 2009, and I had to go on a bunch of... adventures, I guess." She looks over the record side of the store. "I know of another version of Earth where humanity eked out another couple of centuries. Maybe Coldplay made more albums on that Earth? I never really thought to ask. They were just Coldplay, after all."
She looks back from the records to Rosie with a bit of a wry expression. "You were right: you did have more to offer than what was on the menu."