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[It had been like sleeping, but not. Quicker, easier, and softer. Without pain. Thoughts like bubbles to be examined at leisure, and time meant nothing. She had touched it before, but never like that, never like it had been. How long, she would not ask or tell. The Vine was ignored in favour of thought.

It should have kept her. She was an aimless drifter now, one without a city, without a cause, a woman with a heavy arm and a former name. Pathetic, and nothing worthy of being chosen. That solitude, that serenity accepted all, she had a place there. Here, it was attempting to fit an oddly shaped rod into a regular slot. The difference was, could she learn to understand it?

It called for a cigarette and walking, she thought. So Jill grabbed her coat, lit one, and began to take her steps around the Gardens, trying to recall that softness, seeing if it eased anything, or if mental scolding and chiding would do better.]

[[ooc: She can be found anywhere you'd like!]]

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[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

[She remembers this one. She'd been rather cheery about the whole thing until they'd mentioned a brief bit of their pasts and then it had devolved into seriousness.]

We did, I recall you. My name is Jill, and it's good to meet you properly

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you face to face.

So, what brings you here? Looking for food? These apples are really good.

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

More or less contemplation. But now that you mention it...I don't recall the last time I've tried an apple.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Zenobia picks one and offers it to her with a smile.]

I'm not sure what you're thinking about, but if you're looking for someone to lend an ear, I'm willing.

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

[She takes the cigarette, tossing it down and crushing it before picking up the stub and putting it in her pocket-littering is bad, but more than that, leaving one in the past could be a sign for anyone looking for you. So she was a little paranoid.]

How important is the past?

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Zenobia has to think for a moment. A lot of bad things have happened in the past. But without it, what does she have? ...Hmm.]

I guess I'd say that the past is something to learn from, but not something you have to worry a lot about. You take things from it for use now, and memories can be painful, but you can always make new, better ones. At least, that's what I think.

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

[Jill stares at the apple in her left hand, taking in those words. Not something you have to worry about. What a rather...radical way of thinking to her. And sometimes radical was the way to go. Why was she moping about it?]

That sounds like a healthier line of thinking than most I've come across.

[Taking a bite of the apple, she forced herself to only think about the fruit and how it tasted.]

You're right about these apples. Better than anything I've tried in a while.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Well, it is much easier said than done, but it's pretty much how I look at the past. ...and I've had a long time to think about mine. I think this outlook is working okay for me.

Yeah. I'm going to have to try making a pie with these apples. That should be fantastic.

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

We've got a good deal of time to try various ideas, if so far is any indication...It's been maybe six months? I suppose trying out new lines of thinking can happen without too much difficulty.

Is it easy to bake? [Always an oddly domestic skill she had no desire to learn]

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Wow. I've only been here a little over a month. But yeah, if you put your mind to it, I'm sure you can tweak your outlook. I'm certainly a different person now, in terms of how I think, than I was when I was younger. [She had a looooong time to think about it.]

Well, a friend of mine named Amy was the person I knew who always baked pies, and I just kind of watched and picked things up from her. With pies, the preparation is the hard part. It's really irritating to do all that work and then burn them or find that too much of the filling has gooped out. As far as the actual baking, it's always been a trial-and-error thing for me, looking for when the crust is just the right color.

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

It seems to have left you for the positive.

Pies always looked simple in construction...but as far as putting the pieces together, you have to have the pieces, and that's where I keep getting lost. The colour...it has to be a sort of golden brown, right?

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much! I've still got my flaws but I think I'm doing well.

Yeah. Assembling the pieces can be tricky, too, like for me it was always a little hard to keep the dough from tearing when I put it in the pan. The insides are mainly about proportions, and also can be fiddled with a lot. And yeah, golden-brown's the sweet-spot, though I like to err on having it a little lighter than darker. Which may just be leftover from when I would burn everything because I didn't know better.

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

Flaws keep you interesting. No one should be a perfect little doll.

Do you have to do anything in particular for sweet pies as opposed to savoury? [Trying to secretly pick her brain so she can try to make a pie, what?] Lighter would be easier to measure...

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Yep!

Well, you can do little things. Like for a meat pie, you can mix in some nutmeg when mixing the dough. If you wanted to go for sweet instead, you can sprinkle sugar and cinnamon on the crust.

[freemade-grace.livejournal.com]

I see...thank you for your advice.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Oh, no problem. But like I said, I'm not an expert on it or anything. I learned everything secondhand. There are probably better ways to do it.