“And that bright orange jumpsuit is so much better. Besides. Strange is a good thing.”
She admired the world around them, not with a sense of wonder but a sense of accomplishment. She wasn’t interested in the flashy view, though it was nice, only the fact that she was there now and she wasn’t dead. It was akin to the feeling of finishing a particularly complicated test chamber, or knocking over a turret that had been shooting at her for over an hour. As if the moon were a complex machine and she’d finally defeated it.
Of course, she owed this to the odd, omnipotent male, who sounded decidedly unamused. As he’d willingly done this, it was her job to try and ease his boredom.
Finding her pad still in her hands, she wrote another note, though movement was slightly hampered by the thick gloves of the space suit, -Let’s make it interesting then? Fill it with chocolate birds or squeak toys?-
She’d already picked up on the fact that this man thrived on the nonsensical, so she tried hard to accommodate him accordingly with ideas.
Space being the vacuum it was, he thought it pretty pointless to have a noise maker in a place without sound. Could he cast a spell to elicit an auditory response? One way to find out, he supposed.
Snapping his fingers, he summoned a flock of various birds, all a deep brown color, all making noises that didn’t fit. Barking, meowing, glubbing birds - and he could hear them just fine - circling around them excitedly. As though they were simply ecstatic to be in space as well. It made Discord grin before looking to Chell. “Can you hear them through that big fish bowl?” he snickered, pointing to the side of his head, indicating his ear.