“Here’s some advice,” Future Josephine said. “Stop provoking your sister, Fred.”
“We both know she’s not going to listen,” Future Frederica replied, chuckling. “In all seriousness, the best I can offer is… things aren’t always going to go the way you want them to, and sometimes they’ll seem pretty damn bleak, but they will work out in the end. I can promise you that.”
“At least until we walk through those doors,” Future Josephine added, nodding toward the restaurant. “After that, we have no idea what’s going to happen. We could die tomorrow for all we know.”
“That’s not helping,” Future Frederica said.
“At least I don’t sound like a fortune cookie,” Future Josephine replied. “Now hurry up and give her the thing. I’ve been waiting all summer for a decent meal and I want to get in there already.”
“Okay, okay,” Future Frederica said. “Hold your horses.”
She took her younger self by the shoulders and stared into her eyes. Knowledge flooded into Past Frederica’s brain, a series of hand gestures designed to harness arcane energies, to warp the fabric of space itself. She recreated the gesture and a portal appeared in front of her. Another blinked open on the other end of the roof.
“Awesome,” she muttered, and dispelled them both.
“Just be careful with that, okay?” Future Frederica said.
“I will,” Past Frederica replied.
“Spoilers: she won’t,” Future Josephine said.
“I know,” Future Frederica said, “but I had to try.”
“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you told us we’ve basically got a free pass for the next thirty years,” Past Josephine said. “I’m going to make so many bad choices.”
“Not if I can help it,” Past Frederica said.
Future Frederica smiled.
“Remember, no matter what happens, you two can always depend on each other,” she said, and wrinkled her nose. “I really do sound like a fortune cookie, don’t I?”
“A little bit,” Past Frederica said.