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blueberryprincessWHO: Evie and OTA!
WHERE: Kitchen
WHEN: Bassoon Day 3, evening
WHAT: Evie's giving Harry his space to settle down after a small argument. She's also doing some cooking. Nothing too exciting, but she'll feed anyone that shows up. Who wants some cheesy toasted sourdough with tomatoes? You? Cool. Get in here.
WARNINGS: Eh. Talks of life on a prison island are probable? I'll warn you if there is anything truly awful talked about.
Three days in and Evie's settling somewhat into a routine. She gets up, showers and dresses for the day, makes sure her space in the sleeper car is neat. And then there's breakfast, chores. Other boring parts of the day scattered between doing their team chores with the rest of her team. But she hadn't interacted much with Harry, mostly because she wanted to give him time to cool off. But the truth was, she was starting to miss him. And he was a piece of home that she didn't want to just ignore.
Not to mention this had given her time to sit back and think about things.
Two years ago, they'd been on opposite sides. Slightly over two days ago, they'd been on the same side, trying to protect Auradon from Audrey. And now, he was her friend. She was certain of it. Just like she was sure she saw a lot more in him than he probably saw in himself.
Not to mention, they grew up on the same island, in the same situation. They understood each other, even with that gap in years. And that was why she was giving him the distance he needed to breathe and reset himself.
At present, Evie was in the kitchen. Someone had made sourdough. Several loaves of it, in fact, and Evie'd cut into one of the loaves to make something to eat. While she waited for her food to finish cooking,s he'd pulled a chair up to the counter and had her journal out.
With her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, she worked on a few sketches. Clothing designs, if anyone was to peek, and all of them made from the clothes they had now. She didn't have much in the way of plans to actually make these clothes, mostly because she greatly lacked in the tools to do it, but that wasn't going to stop her from planning.
Nearby, a mug of tea steamed away and while she looks entirely lost in thought, she was not going to turn anyone away whether they needed company or food. Or both.
She could do both.
WHERE: Kitchen
WHEN: Bassoon Day 3, evening
WHAT: Evie's giving Harry his space to settle down after a small argument. She's also doing some cooking. Nothing too exciting, but she'll feed anyone that shows up. Who wants some cheesy toasted sourdough with tomatoes? You? Cool. Get in here.
WARNINGS: Eh. Talks of life on a prison island are probable? I'll warn you if there is anything truly awful talked about.
Three days in and Evie's settling somewhat into a routine. She gets up, showers and dresses for the day, makes sure her space in the sleeper car is neat. And then there's breakfast, chores. Other boring parts of the day scattered between doing their team chores with the rest of her team. But she hadn't interacted much with Harry, mostly because she wanted to give him time to cool off. But the truth was, she was starting to miss him. And he was a piece of home that she didn't want to just ignore.
Not to mention this had given her time to sit back and think about things.
Two years ago, they'd been on opposite sides. Slightly over two days ago, they'd been on the same side, trying to protect Auradon from Audrey. And now, he was her friend. She was certain of it. Just like she was sure she saw a lot more in him than he probably saw in himself.
Not to mention, they grew up on the same island, in the same situation. They understood each other, even with that gap in years. And that was why she was giving him the distance he needed to breathe and reset himself.
At present, Evie was in the kitchen. Someone had made sourdough. Several loaves of it, in fact, and Evie'd cut into one of the loaves to make something to eat. While she waited for her food to finish cooking,s he'd pulled a chair up to the counter and had her journal out.
With her hair tied back in a simple ponytail, she worked on a few sketches. Clothing designs, if anyone was to peek, and all of them made from the clothes they had now. She didn't have much in the way of plans to actually make these clothes, mostly because she greatly lacked in the tools to do it, but that wasn't going to stop her from planning.
Nearby, a mug of tea steamed away and while she looks entirely lost in thought, she was not going to turn anyone away whether they needed company or food. Or both.
She could do both.
