Right. Duh. Reflective surfaces are the enemy.

seen from Malaysia
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Right. Duh. Reflective surfaces are the enemy.
The numbers are made by the train based on your life in order to help you have the most personalized experience we can offer. If you wanna go home, get your number down to zero and BOOF away you go.
Not crystal clear, but definitely information Tulip could’ve used to calm her down.
(and of course, this line serves the metafictional purpose of reminding the viewer about the numbers and what we learned late in book one)
MT continues to divorce herself of the parts of her that reflected Tulip (with the old sweater making a metallic clank when it hit the ground), and then tears off the sleeves of her new shirt, which actually surprises me. I would think if she’s trying to hide who she is, she wouldn’t want the pocketknife to be visible
Oh. Well then carry on.
What the fuck, y’all? What did this deer ever do to anyone to go thudding off of several branches like that!
Travel friends! Brought together by the sheer majesty of an incredible super-powered deer!
On second thought, he’s already wrote a song about it, so it’s canon now. Y’all are friends.
Why are you putting sunglasses on a deer? / Because it’s funny.
He’s got you there, MT.
Observation about Jesse’s letterman jacket: The patch on the upper arm loosely resembles the flag of Arizona.
Watch it, MT, this is a kid’s show.
He’s friends with both of us. Now we’re friends too!
The transitive property of friendship is not a thing, Jesse. No matter how excited you are to have a friend.