She still thinks it's weird that it's a question that can have so many different answers here. Some of the kids in the Home didn't believe her when she told them what year it was when she left, and sometimes she can hardly believe them.
"1943," she tells him, matter-of-fact. It is fact, or at least it was, before she ended up here. "What about you?" It seems like the proper thing to ask, polite even if it doesn't sound as much. She's not sure why he cares about where she's from, considering she broke into his store, but it's better than being arrested or sent back to the Home.
Besides, she likes to hear about the different times, different worlds. It's almost like reading a new book, except that all the stories are real instead of made up.
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"1943," she tells him, matter-of-fact. It is fact, or at least it was, before she ended up here. "What about you?" It seems like the proper thing to ask, polite even if it doesn't sound as much. She's not sure why he cares about where she's from, considering she broke into his store, but it's better than being arrested or sent back to the Home.
Besides, she likes to hear about the different times, different worlds. It's almost like reading a new book, except that all the stories are real instead of made up.