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[blessingone]

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[Fenimore is still not very adept with the journal system, so she spent about ten minutes trying to turn on the voice feature before eventually giving up. Unbenownst to her, though, she actually did turn it on, so the following is a mixture of voice (normal text) and written (italics).]

[sigh] This isn't working. Shirley will know. I'll ask her later. Now where did I...?

[A few moments later, printed words appear. They look pretty unpracticed, being both slow and somewhat messy. Strikes are basically scribbled out, but since she didn't put much effort in people can probably read them with a little effort.] Is there someone named Can I talk to Charlotte, I have something for you.

...Did that work? Hmm. ...Oh, yeah.

I also have If someone lost a hat [There is a pause, with a couple of inkdrops falling on the page.]

[After a moment, she picks up Seles's hat and turns it around in her hands.] What should I call it? I can't say it looks like a pancake....

brown, ridic round hat, I have found it.

...Good enough.

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[blessingone]

[Fenimore has no idea what this "pasta" thing you are cooking, so she has no clue, either. She nods and rocks back and forth on her feet once each. She feels she should try to make conversation.] So, uh, is Adell a friend of yours?

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. He's a good friend of mine.

[...Okay let's just put this in the strainer. She's not sure if it's right or not, but close enough]

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[blessingone]

I see.

[And Fenimore's going to go on her tiptoes and lean forward, trying to catch sight of what these strange things Charlotte is cooking without actually moving closer. I don't even know if there would have been strainers in her village, really.]

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[Uh uh strainer. And now she's going to put that in a bowl and...

Then she realizes she doesn't have a sauce. Damn]

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[blessingone]

[She looks at it curiously. So this is pasta....

Well, Fenimore doesn't know the difference, but she does notice Charlotte's hesitation (or whatever you'd call that expression?)] ...Is there something wrong?

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[...A frown] I forgot the sauce...

[And then she whines a little; like this]

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[blessingone]

Oh. ...Is there anywhere nearby that has sauce you could borrow? I mean, if you put it on now, it might still work.

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

But I don't know how to make it... [Thinking, thinking... thinking...]

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[blessingone]

Is it okay without sauce, or do you need it? [Though as she says this she looks around the kitchen, trying to figure out where likely sauce ingredients might be. She's still standing in place, though, as she's not comfortable enough to just start rummaging through cupboards.]

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

No, it's pretty good but I guess it's okay... [...That's in a whiny voice though. :C]

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[blessingone]

[sigh] You don't have to whine about it. At least look for it before you start complaining.

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

But, but.... [SOB. Okay not a real sob but more of a :C]

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But it's too late for that!

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[blessingone]

[Fenimore gives Charlotte a look. because Fenimore is clearly always completely rational and would never complain about missing food, certainly not, of course.] ...It's not a big deal, really.

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[...DAMMIT Oh well she stops whining and...

180s into a smile!] Okay! [Pouring this non-sauced pasta into a bowl...!

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[blessingone]

[Well, that was a sudden mood swing! Still, guess she's going to be getting this pasta thing regardless. She shifts her feet as she considers going to sit down somewhere or go to get some kind of cutlery, but she stays where she is. Awkward and also she doesn't know if there's some kind of special pasta-eating silverware--looks like a spoon job, but....]

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[And she pulls out... forks! Psyche. Psyche.]

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[blessingone]

[Oh, psyche! She opens her mouth to ask whether she should help with anything, but by this point most of it's ready, huh. ...Except for something to drink, so she'll start rummaging through cupboards, looking for a couple of glasses.]

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[Good waifu. Anyway, now that she's got the pasta and the forks and Feni is getting the glasses, Charle's just going to set them up on a table here in the kitchen. No point going back to the room right now when there's a perfectly good table right here]

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[blessingone]

[Fenimore will probably feel more comfortable in a more public space, anyway. Not like Charlotte is exactly threatening, but this is literally the first time in her life that Fenimore has eaten at the same table as an Orerines.

Anyway, glasses in hand, she'll start filling one of the glasses with water. She looks over at Charlotte.] Do you want water, or...?

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[She nods!] Yeah, water's good.

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[blessingone]

Right. [And there goes the second glass filling before she heads over to place them on the table.]

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[GOOD WAIFU. Anyway, she cheers!]

Alright! Let's eat!

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[blessingone]

[NOT WAIFU. Anyway, she gives a slightly half-hearted smile--it's still pretty early on in her stay here and she's not used to it.]

Yeah, let's eat.

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[hazelrink.livejournal.com]

[DIGGING INTO HER PASTA, OKAY. She was hungry]