[Toki]

Matt bounced in place as she scrubbed the last pot with a pad of steel wool. It was week three since her dishwasher downgraded itself forcefully to just a drying rack and she was about done and a half with doing dishes by hand. Then again, they did kinda get cleaner this way so she wasn’t really sure how to feel.
“You can dance if you want to, you can leave your friends behin—no. I will not go there again. I will stop singing Safety Dance right now and I will not sing it any more today.” She frowned, pulling the sink plug and draining the soapy water from the basin. She rinsed the final pot and placed it on the top rack of her dishwasher to drip dry, pulling the bright yellow rubber gloves off her hands and tossing them over the edge of the sink where they landed with a savory “pllft” like rubber gloves do. She turned on her heel and decided it was long past time to put on some non-Safety Dance music in hopes of getting the damn song out of her head. Coincidentally, the first song to pop up on her iPod when she hit “shuffle” was Taylor Swift. Why did she have to have such whiny guilty pleasure music? Ugh. At least the songs were catchy.
“Esss, ayy, efff, tee, eee, whyyy, safetyyy… NO. Oh my God, this needs to stop right now. That song isn’t even about dancing.”
Matt’s finger hovered over the play button when she felt the floor tremble. Her dark eyebrows knit and she looked up for a moment, thinking she may have imagined it. The sound of a canon (or something else loud enough to rattle her windows) and the subsequent gusts of wind let her know that she most definitely hadn’t. There was a flash of light out in the woods, too… Adventure time?

Adventure time.

She shut off her iPod and threw on a pair of flip-flops, darting out the back door towards the flash and source of the noise. She never took her eyes off the direction where she saw the flash, and the trails of flattened brush helped to let her know she was going the right way.

Wow, okay. Can’t say she’d ever run into this before.
He looked about Matt’s age, maybe a little bit older, with dark, scruffy hair and severely dirty clothes.

“Wow. Hi. Did something just explode or did you just crash-land here from space and that explosion was the sound of you entering the atmosphere and breaking the sound barrier? Both are pretty acceptable scenarios, but I mean, it’s whatever.”
And the award for the world’s most awkward female goes to...!
“Hey, are you okay? Do you need me to get you, like, some water, or…?”