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[If you have a keen nose or happen to be passing by the spaceship, if might become apparent that someone's spent the better part of the day baking with maple syrup. (Adversely, if you happen to be inside the spaceship, chances are good you've already found the freshly baked stash of maple cookies big enough to feed the Royal Canadian Air Force (circa 1946, though) and are stuffing your American face.)

Should the maple not entice you, maybe the young nation in braided pigtails and an oversized sweatshirt repeatedly whipping a small rubber ball at the side of the spaceship will. With the stick in her hand, she catches the ball neatly no matter which way it bounces back to her, running back and forth to catch it, only to jerk the handle of the lacrosse stick, sending the ball soaring back to the outer wall of the spaceship once more.

It's obvious Canada is taking this as a serious bout of training, cursing those rare times she misses. It's been too long since hockey season ended for her and she's gotten slack at finding people to play lacrosse with her. She misses being able to pour herself into her national sports, letting herself get caught up in the fun and comraderie of the game, whatever it happens to be.

What probably isn't obvious is how sad, homesick, or absolutely tired of being forgotten she is.]

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[Zenobia underestimates the ball's path, but leaps to the side and is barely able to catch it. She takes a second to regain her balance.]

When I was young, the kids usually didn't let me play the games with them. But I liked to watch, and to try to figure out the rules. And one time they left the ball behind and I got to see how it felt to kick it around like they did. [Wow, such old memories. They were a little sad, but Zenobia still smiled. She felt warm and happy that people here didn't treat her like that. She sends the ball back to Canada.]

I'm sorry they were so cruel to you. We'll have to play more sports together, so you can try them all.

Thanks, but it's okay. It was a long long time ago. People thought I was weird or a monster because I had a wing coming out of my shoulder, so it was hard not to be an outcast for a while. I eventually learned that there were people who would accept me even though I was different.

Here is best of all. I'd never thought that I'd find a place where so many people would treat me like normal. Like that first day I was here when you talked to me over the vine. I was so happy that I'd ended up in a place with so many kind people.

The place you come from is horrible. Appearances shouldn't matter that much.

But I'm glad you've found friends here.

Yeah... Even if I had a way to go back to my own world, be freed and allowed to start my life back over from scratch, I'd rather just stay here. People here won't hunt me down for what I am. [And this is a total paradise with so many cute girls.]

[Zenobia's mind is in a lot of different places right now and she misses, the ball falling to her right. She picks it up.] Friends. Yes. Thank you for being one of them. [She smiles.]

It's my pleasure, Zenobia. And I hope one day we have a choice about this place.

[Oh! That smile. It's making Zenobia's heart melt a little inside.]

Canada... you are so wonderful.

I'm... glad you think so?

[Zenobia snaps herself out of it, reminding herself that people tend to think she's weird when she just stares at people. Remember, Zenobia, you're playing a game.]

Uh, um... right, here it comes. [Zenobia sends the ball back.]

[The ball goes back and forth quietly a few rounds as their practice continues. Eventually:]

...How are you feeling now, Canada?

Less alone.

Which means better, I think. Thank you.

I am so glad. [Zenobia is slipping back into that dreamy-stare mode of hers.]

You're very welcome. I don't know what you've been through, but if you ever need someone to lend and ear, I'll be here.

Thanks. Umm, if you want to stop and come in for snack, just say so. I have too many cookies.

[Zenobia catches it, a hint of triumph on her face.] I'd love to take a cookie break! What kind are they? Did you make them?

Maple. And I made them, yeah.

I've never had Maple cookies before! This is great. I love trying new things.

You'll love them, I'm sure! They're the best.

I can't wait to try! [She looks at the spaceship, trying to determine the entrance.] I'll have to bake you a pie sometime so you can try some of my cooking too. That is, if you like.

I would like that, very much.

[Zenobia smiles, also setting down her equipment next to Canada's, and follows her inside.] This structure... er, spaceship, I mean, seems pretty foreign to me. Is this what buildings look like in your world?

No. Not at my time, at least. Perhaps further in the future. Are you allergic to anything?

Ah. So was this spaceship already here in the garden, or did someone else make it?

Nope, no allergies. [Being near high amounts of Holy energy makes her wing itch badly, but she doesn't think that counts.] Oh wow. Something smells great.

I have no idea and my sister's sense of history is sort of... self-contained.

Haha. Oh well. Still, this is a very interesting place.

[Zenobia helps herself to a seat at the table, and looks on curiously at the drink dispenser. Her face lights up when she sees the cookies.] Yay!

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bah I'm just going to continue backtagging this forever...

That's fine with me :D

you're the best!!

^_^ Thanks!

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Sorry for the delay ^^;;

You need never to apologize to me for delays!

Alright ^____^

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