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[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[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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[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Sorry for the delay ^^;;

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

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

...How are you feeling now, Canada?

You need never to apologize to me for delays!

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Less alone.

Which means better, I think. Thank you.

Alright ^____^

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

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.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

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

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[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?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Maple. And I made them, yeah.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

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

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

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

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

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.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I would like that, very much.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[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?

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

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

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

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.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

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

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

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!

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

It is, yes. Help yourself.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Alright! [Zenobia takes a cookie and takes a small bite.] Oh! This is good! It's so sweet! [She takes another bite, moving a hand to her cheek.] I really like this.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you do, Zenobia. It's my favourite cookie recipe.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Zenobia finishes off the cookie, and lets out a happy sigh.] Delicious. You know, you're very talented, Canada. You're good at cooking, good at games, and have an upbeat attitude that makes you fun to be around. [Okay, not today, but Zenobia figures she's usually more like how she was when they first talked.]

You're also really really cute. [Zenobia gets another cookie, and this time, just slowly nibbles on it, enjoying every bite, while staring at Canada.] Mmm. I like everything about you.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

That's terribly sweet, you know. I don't think I've been so thoroughly complemented in years.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Zenobia wonders if she went overboard.] I guess I can come on strong sometimes, but that's how I really feel.

I'm glad we're friends.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

That's okay. I'm glad we're friends, too.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[CanadaILoveYouMarryMePlease.] Yes. Friends. [She eats another cookie.]

Um... if you don't mind me asking... do you have anyone you're in love with?