[ Laura's smile is returned immediately and just as genuinely. Friendship is still new for Eleven, and Laura is her first girl friend - and her first friend who is like her. She considers Kali a sister - and isn't sure she'd call her friend, exactly. The first buds of this feel as familiar as they did with Mike and the boys, and yet different. It's exciting.
It makes losing home... sting a little less. ]
You like... westerns, right? Shane. Joey Starrett. Horses. [ Other ideas. Mike's blanket fort didn't have a name. But Will had the one in the forest... ] Or it can be... a castle?
[ A small shrug. She's just pulling from things she knows other people like, Eleven doesn't really know better. Or what she likes, personally. ]
( Judging by the subtle way her expression lights up, it's clear she had no idea El understood her network name. So far, nobody else has — it's especially exciting that the first person to get it is her friend. She hasn't seen many westerns, but spending the day watching them with Charles made her love the few they managed to get in before everything went to shit.
Westerns, she decides, are better than castles. This is mostly just because they're in a castle already, and it's because they've been kidnapped by people who want to use them as weapons. She'll stick with the former and, after a beat, suggests: )
The Alamo?
( She's never been there, but it's in a lot of westerns, and it's near Mexico. Both of these things are good. )
[ Eleven remembers that name too, and has about as much context for it. The name rolls off the tongue nicely, though. ]
Alamo. Si.
[ It's good, she likes it. Though thinking of Castle Byers, the way she'd seen it in the Upside Down with Will hiding inside, gives her an idea. She thinks stealing the idea is probably allowed. She's just trying to copy from her friends for her friend. That's fair, right? ]
We could... make a sign.
[ Write 'The Alamo' on it. Make it look nice, perhaps. Put it on the fort. ]
( A sign — she brightens, darting around the blanket fort toward her nightstand to rifle around until she finds her paper and pencils. She comes back holding them, beaming. )
Erik is teaching me to draw. I can help make the sign.
( Since she didn't do anything to help with the rest, she can at least contribute this much. )
Maybe we can make it inside?
( She's eager, impatient to go in — and manages to wait all of two more seconds before ducking into the flap, deeply pleased and shrouded in the wonderment only a kid can have when presented with the dope ass interior of an expertly crafted blanket fort. )
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It makes losing home... sting a little less. ]
You like... westerns, right? Shane. Joey Starrett. Horses. [ Other ideas. Mike's blanket fort didn't have a name. But Will had the one in the forest... ] Or it can be... a castle?
[ A small shrug. She's just pulling from things she knows other people like, Eleven doesn't really know better. Or what she likes, personally. ]
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Westerns, she decides, are better than castles. This is mostly just because they're in a castle already, and it's because they've been kidnapped by people who want to use them as weapons. She'll stick with the former and, after a beat, suggests: )
The Alamo?
( She's never been there, but it's in a lot of westerns, and it's near Mexico. Both of these things are good. )
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Alamo. Si.
[ It's good, she likes it. Though thinking of Castle Byers, the way she'd seen it in the Upside Down with Will hiding inside, gives her an idea. She thinks stealing the idea is probably allowed. She's just trying to copy from her friends for her friend. That's fair, right? ]
We could... make a sign.
[ Write 'The Alamo' on it. Make it look nice, perhaps. Put it on the fort. ]
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Erik is teaching me to draw. I can help make the sign.
( Since she didn't do anything to help with the rest, she can at least contribute this much. )
Maybe we can make it inside?
( She's eager, impatient to go in — and manages to wait all of two more seconds before ducking into the flap, deeply pleased and shrouded in the wonderment only a kid can have when presented with the dope ass interior of an expertly crafted blanket fort. )