That being said, even if Morgan's expectations of the whole ordeal had been subverted, something was still missing. At the end of the day, there was still a certain hesitancy that was present within her eyes. While she had complete, devoted faith in her friend's words, Morgan still struggled to wrap her head around the whole idea.

"Ok, I understand."

Nonetheless, Morgan spoke as if she understood. Out of respect and a desire to not waste another's time, she tried to urge Camille to move on. Her friend, however, was not so easy to fool. As a consequence of the years they had spent together, such a scenario had come across plenty of times. A scenario she would willingly take advantage of.

Ah, but she doesn't really know, does she?

Alas, Camille expected nothing different. Truth be told, Morgan's lack of confidence wasn't even a bad thing. If it would give Camille more opportunities and chances to impress her, then why not?

"Lend me your phone for a moment."

With complete confidence, Camille made that demand. Saying nothing more of the matter, her only affirmation as to a reason was a sly smile. Without a word as to why Camille simply expected her to wish to be fulfilled. And so being none the wiser, Morgan, who relented, gave in to the wishes of her friend.

"A-alright, here." At a moment's notice, Morgan took out her smartphone and, with a softened touch, placed it in Camille's hand.

"Inventory."

A familiar box of white appeared once again. Though slightly less startling than before, Morgan still gave it an uneasy look. As if attempting to appease her unrest, Camille responded with a conciliatory nod. Then with one hand, she pushed the phone inside the inventory. As if it were magic, it disappeared. Morgan let out a gasp of shock at the sight before her. For an object to just phase out of existence and to appear as an icon in a gamelike inventory?

Could such things be accomplished by modern technology? There was no definite answer to that, but Morgan supposed the answer was that it was not. Camille, in a further demonstration of the capabilities of her ability, then pulled the phone back out. Then, she pushed the phone back in, then out, then in, then out, submerging it halfway each time.

It was becoming increasingly possible for what Camille said to be true. But, she couldn't help but want to test the whole thing out for herself.

"May I try it?" Morgan asked in a small voice. Camille, with a nod, gave Morgan her answer. Timid at the promise of interacting with a real-life inventory brought Morgan's hand to a light shake. It proved difficult to push herself forward. As wondrous as it was, the thing was also equally frightening. The many possibilities before her flared not only her curiosity but also her sense of unease. Could her own hand disappear into it? Could she become an inventory icon? What if she were to be trapped in some empty void of inventory slots forever?

Morgan took one final breath. Her right hand moved ever so slightly forward. Just enough for the tip of her fingers to touch the inventory.

Huh. Her face was that of neutrality. One unable to decide on a peculiar reaction, Morgan was unsure what she herself expected. From an initial impression, the feeling was that of some viscous fluid. Like touching honey or yoghurt, only much more fluid like water. Actually, the more she thought about it, the more she was confused. No matter how much she tried, there was no clear way to describe the sensation. A minute passed, and Morgan had enough. Not wanting to spend to long on it, she forced herself to recall that there was still other stuff she had too. There was still the quest of retrieving her phone after all, and she didn't want to waste too much time. So, with another muster of courage, Morgan concentrated. Hypothetically, if she just pushed her hand in a little further...

"Oh, I got it!" In a moment, Morgan took out her phone and hoisted it in the air. As if it were some kind of trophy, the woman took a few moments to cherish and inspect in detail. A minute passed, and sure enough. It was the exact same phone, memory and all.

"So, you believe me now?"

"Yeah." Morgan shook her usual brisk nod. The doubt over the potential of her friend's 'ability' was now quelled, but there was still a void where answers should have been.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you get this um, power?" The unforeseen question was one Camille herself struggled with.

"Honestly, I have no idea. I just woke up, and I was like this." The joyful woman said that with a recognizable lilt at the end of her words. A lilt that bordered on a chuckle, Camille once again wanted to laugh. This whole situation was absurd. To acquire all this power by mere happenstance, and on top of this, all without knowing why? The irony of it all was not lost on her. Quite the contrary, actually.

"Oh wow, Camille, you really are special," Morgan said with a louder voice than before. Honest and straightforward, those words truly came from the depth of her heart. Knowing that her once struggling friend was now on the path to great success and power made her really delighted deep down. To now, finally, be something that was unique and different from all those 'ordinary people' that surrounded her? Morgan could only speculate the sheer extent to which Camille felt. Indeed, for all intents and purposes, Camille was getting ever so closer to achieving her dream. A dream that required progress and the ever so present input of effort, it was time to move on to the next step.

Now then, as for that cheeky quest of hers...