[There are some things that sincerely throw Asellus off; differences between Asgard and home that are so breathtakingly vast that she finds it much easier not even to think about them. The stars, however, are somehow not one of those things. There are some constellations she's never seen, sure, but there are some she has, and it's not like she spent much time worrying about the sky while she established herself in either world.
But it's still beautiful, and it's a warm summer night, and closing time has happened, but she's far from tired. So she's standing on Haze's porch, looking up at the sky with a beer in hand.
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But it's still beautiful, and it's a warm summer night, and closing time has happened, but she's far from tired. So she's standing on Haze's porch, looking up at the sky with a beer in hand.
Join her, Dean.]