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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Dec 11, 2018 14:04:08 GMT -8
"Thank you, I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Celia's smile warmed at the offer as she gave a small nod. At the mention fo better food, she laughed, the sound soft but clear.
"Well, I think you deserve something better after that! I wouldn't mind joining you and seeing more of this place. What else do you do around here?"
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Post by Melanie Ross on Dec 19, 2018 12:32:48 GMT -8
Melanie grinned and jumped to her feet and begun walking around the blanket grabbing up the corners.
"Well, there are a few good places around here. The cafeteria is OK but what they lack in flavor they make up for in nutrition. There is a great diner near here. They have the BEST pie, not to mention the owner makes these sugar cookies that are absolutely divine."
If Celelia had gotten up by this point, Melanie would grab the last corner and heft the 'sack' onto her shoulder and head for her place.
"I do need to drop this stuff off at my place. You can follow me or we can meet there and I can give you directions?"
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Dec 24, 2018 21:24:39 GMT -8
Celia had absolutely moved when Melanie started picking up the blanket, not wanting to get in the way or cause the packing to go awry.
"That sounds lovely. I would love to see the diner, if you don't mind." The idea of a low-end restaurant seemed odd and she was already questioning the quality of the food, but she trusted Mel's assessment that it was better than what the cafeteria had. And, let's be real, she may be somewhat bribed by the promise of sweet, delicious pie.
"You don't live on campus?" That seemed unusual, at least. But perhaps she had earned enough for her own private space? Regardless, teh blonde followed alongside her, hands folded before her as they walked.
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Post by Melanie Ross on Dec 31, 2018 12:46:40 GMT -8
Melanie grabbed up the blanket and hoisted it up on her shoulder already moving for her house.
“Oh yeah. It’s great. And no. I don’t live on campus. When my folks died they left everything to me. My dad was an awesome botanist who worked for the capitol.”
So nonchalant. Maybe she really had moved on. The subject of her father’s death didn’t sting anymore.
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Post by Cecelia Riddel on Jan 4, 2019 20:39:45 GMT -8
"I see." She would continue walking at an even pace, the motions smooth unless Melanie picked a pace she would have to rush to keep up with.
"It's good that you have a part of them, still. A part of their legacy you can see and touch for yourself. Not counting your own reflection, of course." Something to do more than look at and wonder with.
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Post by Melanie Ross on Jan 7, 2019 11:57:27 GMT -8
Melanie modded, her stride unfaltering.
“Yeah. You’re right.”
She smiled over her shoulder at Celia briefly. Before too long, they came upon a cozy house. Melanie opened the door, tossed her blanket in the door and turned around. Before she could say anything, her stomach growled. Melanie giggled.
“Well, we best be on then.”
Returning to the road she led them a little ways down the road to a small mom n pop shop— the same one Raikotsu had taken her to. She entered, waved, and sat down at a nearby table.
“Order whatever you like- my treat.”
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