"This is real."
"...Duh? I've been telling you that. Well, not really. But you get my point."
There was a certain squint in Riley's eyes as he stared at Alice, who was now just casually returning to where she was previously sitting and once again just eating her ramen.
"You want some?" Alice slurped before looking at Riley, "You can just get a pack on the cabinet there, I think I still have some left."
"I do not eat instant noodles, Alice."
Riley just slightly raised his palm to refuse Alice's offer before just also sitting in front of her with his legs crossed,
"Can I tell you a story, Alice?"
"Sure, better entertainment than just eating. I heard the kids out there have liked tablets or something while they're eating? Why wasn't I born in your generation?"
"I am afraid I can't answer that — would you like me to still tell my story?"
"Oh, please. I want to hear what my son from the future has to say."
"Hm…"
