[He seems like a nice man, this Pavel. Very polite, which she can appreciate - unlike other men in the room - although from the look of things, very everywhere. Worse than when Lettie and Martha decided it was fashionable to study fashion, and left the picking up of needles and threads and stripes of fabric to their older sister.
Now, hush. You're not here to clean, this time. You've been invited. She smiles at Pavel.]
Hello, Pavel. It's nice to meet you. However did you get pulled into living with him? Has he slimed the place -
You haven't slimed the poor man's place, right, Howl?
I would not say no to tea, thank you. [Mindful of a recent conversation with Dr. McCoy, he adds:] Howl? Would you like to sleep on a bed instead of on the floor?
[Everywhere is a wonderful adjective, Sophie. Chekov does, however, set himself to the task of making a pathway through the living room and clearing the sofa and chair of mangled electronics, should anyone wish to use the furniture for its intended purpose.]
It is nice to meet you also, Miss Sophie Hatter. I was not pulled into having Howl live with me; he started sleeping on the floor and cooking. [And that is reason enough to let a magic Welshman stay. His smile wavers into something more uncertain.] Slime?
[Howl is still listening in as he turns on the kettle and finds the tea pot.]
I don't purposefully go around sliming buildings, Mrs Nose. That happened to have been a very stressful week.
[He doesn't answer Pavel's question. He's still not entirely convinced he's staying, and moving into a bedroom feels like settling. But he does smile a little.]
[Please. Please allow Sophie to choke a little on her surprise, and look over her shoulder at Howl as she says this - so very pointedly.]
Started sleeping on the floor, did he? Came in and started to cook, do, is it? I wonder where he could've gotten that idea...
[She's impossibly happy, for some reason, that her ways seem to have transferred to Howl. If anything, it gives her hope - and, at the very least, it entertains her a whole great deal, because he can never hold that against her again. Not when he does the same.
Infinitely more cheery, she turns her attention to Pavel again.]
I hope he's a good cook, at least. [She knows common courtesy would be to pay the house a compliment, but...it's all so disorganized. She focuses on something else.] What were you doing before? With all those - knobs and things.
[Chekov doesn't push the bed thing. He certainly doesn't care if Howl sleeps on the floor. He also doesn't have the faintest idea as to what's going on between Sophie and Howl, but Sophie's mood has improved and that's never a bad thing.]
Howl is an excellent cook. [Especially compared to what passed as 'food' before Howl's arrival.] All of...? Oh, yes. I am building things.
[He cheerfully retrieves a pile of papers with outrageously complicated schematics drawn out on them and hands it to Sophie, should be like to look through.] The technology here is centuries behind what I am used to, and so I am trying to recreate devices from my time using what is available in this time.
[She feels a little stupid right now, with an armful of papers with scribbles and drawings that make no sense. And to think she thought herself smart!]
Yes...well. Just because I am outdated doesn't mean I can't show an interested in this...
Particles in air, of course...[She feels like a parrot right now. How young this boy is, and how smart! It makes her feel like old granny Sophie again, patting her children on the cheek and chuckling when she doesn't understand much at all.
Even magic is supposed to have its theoretical parts, and all she does is botch it.]
[Chekov makes a face at Howl.] Not all of us can rely on magic.
Radios are antiquated--in my time, antiquated, I mean no offense--machines that transmit information using continuous sine waves. There is a receiver, a transmitter... there is not much to it. [He pauses. If Sophie doesn't know anything about radios...] Radios... ah, make it so that sounds in one place may be heard in another distant place.
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Now, hush. You're not here to clean, this time. You've been invited. She smiles at Pavel.]
Hello, Pavel. It's nice to meet you. However did you get pulled into living with him? Has he slimed the place -
You haven't slimed the poor man's place, right, Howl?
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[Everywhere is a wonderful adjective, Sophie. Chekov does, however, set himself to the task of making a pathway through the living room and clearing the sofa and chair of mangled electronics, should anyone wish to use the furniture for its intended purpose.]
It is nice to meet you also, Miss Sophie Hatter. I was not pulled into having Howl live with me; he started sleeping on the floor and cooking. [And that is reason enough to let a magic Welshman stay. His smile wavers into something more uncertain.] Slime?
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I don't purposefully go around sliming buildings, Mrs Nose. That happened to have been a very stressful week.
[He doesn't answer Pavel's question. He's still not entirely convinced he's staying, and moving into a bedroom feels like settling. But he does smile a little.]
chekov you made her DAY
Started sleeping on the floor, did he? Came in and started to cook, do, is it? I wonder where he could've gotten that idea...
[She's impossibly happy, for some reason, that her ways seem to have transferred to Howl. If anything, it gives her hope - and, at the very least, it entertains her a whole great deal, because he can never hold that against her again. Not when he does the same.
Infinitely more cheery, she turns her attention to Pavel again.]
I hope he's a good cook, at least. [She knows common courtesy would be to pay the house a compliment, but...it's all so disorganized. She focuses on something else.] What were you doing before? With all those - knobs and things.
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Howl is an excellent cook. [Especially compared to what passed as 'food' before Howl's arrival.] All of...? Oh, yes. I am building things.
[He cheerfully retrieves a pile of papers with outrageously complicated schematics drawn out on them and hands it to Sophie, should be like to look through.] The technology here is centuries behind what I am used to, and so I am trying to recreate devices from my time using what is available in this time.
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Yes...well. Just because I am outdated doesn't mean I can't show an interested in this...
This- what is this?
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Pre-radio? May I ask what year?
[He takes the papers and schematics back--they're clearly not of interest--and then turns to the biggest frankenmachine in the living room.]
This is--or I hope it to be--a computer and a replicator. [helpfully] A replicator makes things out of particles in the air.
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[He does anyway, but that's just because a healthy amount of chaos helps the creative process.]
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Even magic is supposed to have its theoretical parts, and all she does is botch it.]
What is a radio to begin with?
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Radios are antiquated--in my time, antiquated, I mean no offense--machines that transmit information using continuous sine waves. There is a receiver, a transmitter... there is not much to it. [He pauses. If Sophie doesn't know anything about radios...] Radios... ah, make it so that sounds in one place may be heard in another distant place.