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[poorneedyand]

[Kay feels like she's getting over a hangover. Maybe it's all the pie. And the cake, and the meatloaf, and the three attempts at gelatin molds, none of which set correctly--because turning into Little Susie Homemaker still doesn't make her at all skilled in recipes she didn't start learning to make when she was eight and nine years old

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[ohmykethe]

[From across the room:] ...We're keeping the pies. And the machine. I can find a use for 'em.

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[poorneedyand]

[Kay shrugs. She may or may not be slumped in a chair, entirely tempted to put a newspaper over her face and sleep off the remaining sugar intake.] If you want 'em, they're yours.

...Do you even know how to use a sewing machine?

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[ohmykethe]

[Pause.] Can't be too hard, can it?

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[poorneedyand]

I'll show you how it works tomorrow, if you like. In the meanwhile, if you move it into your room, it's yours.

[slatebreaker]

[ ever so glad to have regained her imaginative ways, miss anne shirley is poking about the shops with an edge of unbridled glee. far too long had she been cooped up in the house -- proclaiming to be BORED, of all things! why, how could any soul be bored in a place so beautiful and diverse as this?

she is fawning over a sweetly decorated tea set when she manages to back bodily into a stranger. ] O-oh! My goodness, me. I must apologize. [ she whirls about in a fit of skirts and freed red hair. ] Marilla does say that I am too uncoordinated by far and I never thought to believe her until I arrived here and -- ah, there I was, bumping into everyone.

[poorneedyand]

Oh, it's all ri--[For a moment, Anne's just a random redhead who accidentally knocked into Kay while she was looking at silverware. Then, at mention of the name 'Marilla,' Kay can see it. Hey there, fond childhood character, Kay wants some confirmation of your identity.] You're Anne Shirley, aren't you?

[slatebreaker]

...Yes. With an e. [ this she offers as curt and precocious confirmation, folding her hands gently in front of her. ]

[poorneedyand]

I'm Kay--Kay Eaton, we talked over the books once or twice. [And she offers her hand to shake, looking quite cheerful about the whole thing.] It's nice to meet you in person.

[intangible_girl]

Not a fun week?

[It actually doesn't sound like your week was that bad, and Ingrid would really like to hear something even vaguely cheerful right now.]

[poorneedyand]

I spent the whole week playing house. It wasn't exactly my idea of a vacation.

...It was interesting, though. Not the--you know, the actual baking and cleaning, but the fact that it happened.

So how was yours?

[intangible_girl]

Fairly normal. As far as I'm aware I wasn't affected.

How did it feel, not being yourself?

[poorneedyand]

Yeah? That's too bad.

It felt like being myself, until I came out of it. Now it doesn't feel like it was me at all.

[thedicearecast]

Interesting?

[Amelia isn't quite so at ease with how her bout as a shy, easily intimidated, helpless woman turned out.]

You got off easy if you can still call it that.

[poorneedyand]

Maybe.

[It wasn't great--in some respects, it was far more unpleasant for her than she's willing to admit to anyone--but half a day's distance has been enough to give it the cast of a particularly strange dream, the sort that turn into stories if given enough thought.]

I think I'd still find it interesting even if I'd done something other than cook and clean all day. Did you have a rough time of it?

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[thedicearecast]

Say that when they have you dating someone who killed one of your friends.

[Which is about as much as Amelia's going to say on that, but it's still enough for her to put up a filter. All the recent run ins with Legato has her cautious.]

Isn't it bad enough that they keep changing people at all? [Not that the Malnosso don't find ways to make it worse, but even that much leaves a bad taste in Amelia's mouth.]

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[poorneedyand]

[It's a bit longer before she replies again this time than last time.] That doesn't exactly sound like a walk in the park. Sorry to hear it.

If we change back eventually, I don't mind. [And here they are, after all, if memory can be believed at all at this point.] It's good for inspiration, either way.

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[rarewear]

Oh shoot, I could've used another sewing machine! [A sigh.] I hope it's found a good home.

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[poorneedyand]

[Kay's first thought is to wonder how a creature without hands might run a sewing machine. Her second is that she probably shouldn't laugh at a pony, especially not when she sounds so earnest.]

If I'd known, I'd have smuggled it out to you. Afraid the roommate got to it first.

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[rarewear]

[Rarity is terribly earnest about fashion.]

Well, there's always next time. Does your roommate sew?

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[poorneedyand]

He mends, more like. I don't know if he's ever made anything.