LENA: But when I saw it today–hey, it’s Cap! Cap, over here!
CAP: Hey, guys.
ROB: Hey, friend!
LENA: Where have you been? Were you sick again?
CAP: Yeah, sick and then catching up on work. Sorry for not leaving a note.
LENA: You mean on the Bulletin Board of Bad Ideas?
ROB: Nobody calls it that except you.
LENA: It’s going to catch on.
CAP: Did something happen with the bulletin board while I was gone?
ROB: No more than usual.
LENA: You’ll notice that it’s not on the wall anymore.
CAP: Um…where is it?
LENA: The current theory is that it developed sentience and is holding our notes for ransom.
CAP: …Interesting theory.
ROB: I have pointed out that scribbled notes about bikes for sale and Have You Seen My Werewolf aren’t especially valuable–
LENA: But if it thinks they’re valuable–
ROB: In that case the larger problem is that it thinks.
LENA (to CAP): Things got really weird while you were gone. Never leave us again.
CAP (grinning): I’ll try. What were y’all talking about when I came in?
LENA: Oh! Rob had this fascinating theory–
ROB (modestly): It’s moderately interesting–
LENA: –that every time we have a conversation here, each of our stories–
A MEDIUM-SIZED SALAMANDER, BRIGHT ORANGE: Excuse me.
SALAMANDER: Have you seen an invisible castle anywhere?
LENA: Is this a prank? The manager doesn’t really like those.
SALAMANDER: No, no! It shouldn’t be here, and I don’t think it is, but it isn’t where it belongs, either, so I wanted to ask just in case you’d seen it. Or run into it. You don’t look like you’ve run into it. None of you look concussed. (Pause.) Except maybe that one.
CAP: I’m not concussed, I’m just really tired.
ROB: I haven’t seen or run into anything like that.
LENA: Me either.
ROB: Maybe you should try the manager. An invisible castle seems like an actual problem if it’s here.
SALAMANDER: I will! Oh, but I wished to speak first with the permanent citizens.
CAP (side-eyeing ROB and LENA): Permanent citizens?
LENA: We haven’t seen an invisible castle.
ROB: Or run into one.
SALAMANDER: Alas. Thank you anyway and goodbye now.
LENA: You’re, um, you’re welcome.
CAP: Permanent citizens?
LENA: …Rob has this theory.
CAP: Uh huh.
LENA: We know that this place is outside of our stories, but maybe we bring back something, just a little bit of something, when we visit here.
CAP: What kind of something?
ROB: Like feelings, or new ideas. Not things, but…somethings.
CAP: Hmm. Interesting.
LENA: Stories always change over time.
ROB: Maybe this is part of why.
CAP: So things like jokes and idioms and whatever might make their way into the old stories when people tell them, because y’all are all swapping them here?
ROB: In theory it happens really, really slowly.
LENA: It could take generations.
ROB: It might not be that slow.
CAP: So what’s the thing you’re trying to make happen in your story?
ROB (guilty): Uh, what do you mean?
CAP: The salamander person said you’d been here a lot lately.
ROB: So has Lena!
LENA: I’m keeping you company.
ROB: Fine. Yes. I’m hoping to make things happen a little sooner than generations.
CAP: What kind of things?
ROB: …Someone introduced skinny jeans to my story.
CAP: Ooh. Ouch.
ROB: Yes. I’m not a fan. How do you wear those?
CAP: I guess I’m used to them.
ROB: Do you go running through the woods in them.
CAP: Rarely. I see your point.
LENA: I’m not sure how we get you back in leggings, though.
ROB: I’d settle for trousers. Or sweatpants.
CAP: Can we make it happen?
ROB: I’m still not sure.
CAP: Hmm…how did skinny jeans make it into your story in the first place? Maybe we can trace it back from there.
(ROB and LENA turn on her slowly, without blinking.)
CAP: Come on, someone had to be thinking of putting you in skinny jeans long before I was wearing them.
(One slow blink from each of them.)
CAP: I don’t think it’s going to help you out at all for me to wear tights.
ROB: They’re more like leggings.
CAP: Or leggings.
LENA: He said he’d settle for sweatpants.
(Two days later, CAP comes back, this time in sweatpants.)
CAP: Hey guys.
CAP (to ROB): Whoa. You look miserable. What’s wrong?
(ROB lets out a dramatic wail and goes to get more coffee as CAP stares after him. LENA shrugs resignedly.)
LENA: Pumpkin pants.
CAP: Pumpkin pants? Like in Shakespeare?
CAP: That one’s not my fault.