"Lies, chaos, and mischief." And after what she'd seen of him, she certainly believed it. Some of what he said seemed true. Most of it she'd much rather have be a lie. It left things slightly more comfortable. Though it's not something she would have to worry about unless he felt the need to insist upon whatever appointment her older self made with him.

"...I'll try. Whenever I go back I don't...remember much of what happens while I'm here. I usually just think it an odd dream. I'm not certain I can change much, especially if I've been here already as an older woman." It left her uncomfortable, that lingering idea of inevitability. But it was something to remember. Pacing. She would try to keep it in mind.

"They don't have Ballet in your universe, do they? Um." Something to perform for Luke. What did she know that he wouldn't find boring. Oh dear.