Once Teddy's been given permission for hugs -- unless it's explicitly taken away -- it's pretty much a yes, though they still tend to telegraph. Being surprised with them? Bonus points. Whether it's their own social justice awareness or generally affecting a sort of stoic attitude -- apparently interdimensional travel puts your heart on your sleeve -- or just being tiny, that almost never happens.
"I have faith in you," Teddy assures in a deadpan, restrained grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Like that, though, Iggy's own smile goes a little nervous and hesitant, fading from his eyes to a polite sort of thing that Teddy can recognize from how often he's done it. Teddy nods, slowly, listening and thinking. "Well," he says, and the vowel shift his accent puts there makes the word an easy thing to draw out to think on. "I don't know if what I'm thinking of has anything to do with the religion, or not.
"When I hear 'Spiritualism'," he explains, tilting his head thoughtfully and seriously, "I get --" Another waved hand in much the same way as Vancouver. Hopefully more accurately? "Spirits, mediums, uh: the Fox sisters, Lily Dale, Arthur Conan Doyle? Which is probably why I even got into this...oh!" Teddy blinks out of the literal string of free association in a realization that actually, there is a religious aspect they know about.
"No: It was Quakers. I took this Radical Thought class sophomore year of college, and the Quakers were. Kind of all over it, honestly, it was great. And they got really into Spiritualism, and a lot of their ideas got linked up -- pacifism, and abolition, and --" Teddy's being sort of enthusiastic. They liked that class, and it was also kind of nice to read a lot about progressive religious groups while having one of their many many periods of what do I believe.
Unfortunately, they're rambling. "And...I'm either way off the mark, or I'm explaining the history of your religion to you," they say and make a face, holding up both hands in apology. "But uh. Yes! Healing prayer. Is a thing I am intimately familiar with." Teddy's, frankly, just glad they didn't go to some other, just-a-step-to-the-right churches that would have absolutely, in the Year Of Our Lord 2023, seen their epilepsy as a sign they'd been possessed.
"And -- hey..." Her voice softens and she looks up at Iggy. "You can't weird me out, okay? Tell me whatever you want to. Or not. I mean." She shrugs. "My sorta boyfriend in high school was from a Pentecostal family -- that's the one with the speaking in tongues? And I know he at least, kind of...panic attacked himself into it. But...I'm still open to the possibility that some people don't. You know? I don't know everything. Much less about God. ...sss? I mean. Isn't that the point?"
"Yeah okay, Canada," they tease back and try to think if there's any kid in their state who hasn't seen a gun, at least historical weapons. "Hm. I'll take it."
Teddy nods, feeling a little warmed and increasingly relaxed about verging onto serious subjects. Iggy's got a lot of surface flash: clever, funny, pretty, light-hearted -- but it's the more thoughtful, considerate underneath that actually intrigues him. He hums softly in thought. "I mean, just based on other polytheistic religions -- I don't know, Greek mythology? Or Celtic, Norse... I'd guess they're sort of all available to pray to or go to for advice depending. Or. From my very brief I'm sooo edgy 13 year old pagan dabbling, maybe different ones become relevant at different times of the year? But." He pauses. "Then again, I guess there are devotees of a single god in Greek history, too..."
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"I have faith in you," Teddy assures in a deadpan, restrained grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Like that, though, Iggy's own smile goes a little nervous and hesitant, fading from his eyes to a polite sort of thing that Teddy can recognize from how often he's done it. Teddy nods, slowly, listening and thinking. "Well," he says, and the vowel shift his accent puts there makes the word an easy thing to draw out to think on. "I don't know if what I'm thinking of has anything to do with the religion, or not.
"When I hear 'Spiritualism'," he explains, tilting his head thoughtfully and seriously, "I get --" Another waved hand in much the same way as Vancouver. Hopefully more accurately? "Spirits, mediums, uh: the Fox sisters, Lily Dale, Arthur Conan Doyle? Which is probably why I even got into this...oh!" Teddy blinks out of the literal string of free association in a realization that actually, there is a religious aspect they know about.
"No: It was Quakers. I took this Radical Thought class sophomore year of college, and the Quakers were. Kind of all over it, honestly, it was great. And they got really into Spiritualism, and a lot of their ideas got linked up -- pacifism, and abolition, and --" Teddy's being sort of enthusiastic. They liked that class, and it was also kind of nice to read a lot about progressive religious groups while having one of their many many periods of what do I believe.
Unfortunately, they're rambling. "And...I'm either way off the mark, or I'm explaining the history of your religion to you," they say and make a face, holding up both hands in apology. "But uh. Yes! Healing prayer. Is a thing I am intimately familiar with." Teddy's, frankly, just glad they didn't go to some other, just-a-step-to-the-right churches that would have absolutely, in the Year Of Our Lord 2023, seen their epilepsy as a sign they'd been possessed.
"And -- hey..." Her voice softens and she looks up at Iggy. "You can't weird me out, okay? Tell me whatever you want to. Or not. I mean." She shrugs. "My sorta boyfriend in high school was from a Pentecostal family -- that's the one with the speaking in tongues? And I know he at least, kind of...panic attacked himself into it. But...I'm still open to the possibility that some people don't. You know? I don't know everything. Much less about God. ...sss? I mean. Isn't that the point?"
"Yeah okay, Canada," they tease back and try to think if there's any kid in their state who hasn't seen a gun, at least historical weapons. "Hm. I'll take it."
Teddy nods, feeling a little warmed and increasingly relaxed about verging onto serious subjects. Iggy's got a lot of surface flash: clever, funny, pretty, light-hearted -- but it's the more thoughtful, considerate underneath that actually intrigues him. He hums softly in thought. "I mean, just based on other polytheistic religions -- I don't know, Greek mythology? Or Celtic, Norse... I'd guess they're sort of all available to pray to or go to for advice depending. Or. From my very brief I'm sooo edgy 13 year old pagan dabbling, maybe different ones become relevant at different times of the year? But." He pauses. "Then again, I guess there are devotees of a single god in Greek history, too..."