Well, that's just painfully adorable.

>Yes, I think a lot of the time that she's spent in her study,
>ostensibly reading her father's journals, has actually been spent
>looking out the window and contemplating the strands of fate. For
>those purposes, it's been convenient for her that G's spent the last
>several nights working on finishing the bath project, and Flan's
>mostly been either in the music room or outside blowing up the yard.
>It's given her the opportunity to give these matters the reflection
>they deserve without being obvious about it to everyone else in the
>house.
>
>... or the narrator, unfortunately. I could've done a better job with
>that.
>

I guess that depends on if you wanted the reader to be as surprised as G was. Given your comment I'm guessing not, but it works the same either way.

>In the source, she claims to be able to influence, or at least see,
>the workings of fate, but if that isn't straight bullshit, it's
>obviously an inexact science, since in her initial appearance she's an
>enemy NPC and thus obviously intended to lose, and if she had known
>that she presumably wouldn't have bothered with the whole scheme in
>the first place. :)
>

Since this all takes place in a multiverse where the Force is a thing, and it is a thing closely coupled to magic, it wouldn't be outlandish for Remilia to have something akin to the common Force user battle precognition (which while powerful is known to have limits) and some variation on the whole prophetic visions shtick (which has always been portrayed as a deeply inexact science.)

>Luckily, she hasn't been hanging around picking up their language when
>they're doing work. Both of them know some very creative names to
>call, for example, stuck fasteners. :)
>

She's bound to pick it up sooner or later, though Flandre strikes me, at this stage, as the sort who would break out the profanity for maximum (likely teasing/trolling) effect.

>It's more that, at any given age, she has access to the memories of
>all the others up to that same age. Normally they're not obvious
>except the ones of the timeline she's in, but she can find them if she
>wants them, which means her head is a giant ball of wibbly wobbly
>timey wimey mess, but somehow still works, apart from her tendency to
>lose track of whether she's actually met people yet or not. "It just
>sort of 'appens," is the closest she can get to an explanation for
>anyone else.
>

That actually answered my follow up curiosity about how some of her state of existence functions. I figured it was either that, or she had a Dr. Manhattan headache going on upstairs, and she seems far too chipper for the latter to be the case.

>You are almost certainly thinking of this scene
>from The Empire Strikes Back, a scene which my father
>and I have (without meaning to) almost perfectly re-enacted on several
>occasions, albeit with automobiles or household wiring rather than a
>beat-up nth-hand starship. :)
>

Probably? I hadn't actually had a full recollection on deck, but that certainly fits the bill. And reminds me it's been a while since I watched good Star Wars content that wasn't The Mandalorian (which only half counts in my book since it's really got a 'Western in Space!' vibe running strongly through it rather than the original trilogy's sci-fantasy style.)

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