Twenty Nine Spoons {Dictated; forward dated to a more manageable hour}

[cyan_maid]

[There’s a soft chuckling on this side of the journal today.] I can’t believe it! I really can’t. Oh, gosh, I don’t suppose anyone can guess what I saw when I looked at the calendar today?

[Jane pauses, pretending to humor a guess.] I saw that I’ve been in the castle for a year. One whole year! And I don’t know why, but that is the funniest thing to me! I feel like I should be sad, or angry, but I’m just so…bowled over by it all!

I’ve gotten to see fairies and dinosaurs and talking animals and a million other things I never thought could be real! Impossibilities, impracticalities, paradoxes, the list goes on and on for miles! And yet, I still can’t help but be a bit skeptical now and again. One would think I would know better, but old habits are hard to break, as they say.

Hoo hoo! Perhaps I should celebrate! Though I don’t know how happy an occasion the anniversary of a veritable kidnapping could be.

{Filtered to: Mr. Allen Walker}

Before I go, I’d like to make a request of you, Mr. Walker. My name is Jane, and I think we might’ve spoken before when I wasn’t quite myself, but that’s beside the point. I saw an entry in the journal containing what we know of Paradisa so far, and it included a map. I’ve heard tell you have this map, and I would very much like to see it myself, if that’s alright. It’s not that I don’t believe New York City and Los Angelos and such could really be on it! I just feel like I should see it with my own eyes, is all.

Comments

[whichwayyoulean]

Congrats. And you can call it a year of surviving here without going absolutely crazy? That's something, right?

[cyan_maid]

You know, that is indeed something worth celebrating! I should get a cake.

[whichwayyoulean]

Sure. It can say 'congrats on maintaining your sanity!'

[cyan_maid]

It can be vanilla and banana cream flavored! That does sound tasty right about now.

[whichwayyoulean]

You're right, it does sound pretty good. I sure wouldn't turn a cake like that away.

[cyan_maid]

Neither would I, but that's sort of obvious. [A sigh.]

[whichwayyoulean]

Maybe just a tiny little bit there, Jane. [He is so going to bake her one right now]

[cyan_maid]

A tiny bit where?

[Oh my gosh he really is like the awesome big brother she's never had.]

[whichwayyoulean]

It's a tiny bit obvious, I mean.

[Damn right]

[cyan_maid]

Oh! You were agreeing. I suppose the thought of that cake really IS a distraction.

[He would be very much welcomed in the Crocker household if he ever came to visit.]

[whichwayyoulean]

Sure looks that way. [Kitchen-y sounds in the background.

He is more welcome by other people's families than his own. Such is his life]

[cyan_maid]

[She hears those kitchen-y sounds!] Hm! Are you making something today?

[whichwayyoulean]

Mmmmmaaaybe~

[cyan_maid]

Oh goodness! What's the occasion?

[whichwayyoulean]

An anniversary.

[cyan_maid]

[...She actually didn't expect this! Jane gasps.]

You're not-!

[whichwayyoulean]

I just might be!

[cyan_maid]

You don't have to do that!!

[whichwayyoulean]

I don't, but I'm gonna. It'll starve off my not-able-to-get-into-my-tower related boredom. Plus, who wouldn't want delicious cake?

[cyan_maid]

You are far too sweet, Once-ler! If by some grand scheme of the castle I get my baking back, I'll make you whatever cake you want, I promise!

[whichwayyoulean]

I wouldn't go that far. But hey, I'll take you up on that offer.

[cyan_maid]

Well then, I shall go that far for you instead, if you are so reluctant!

[whichwayyoulean]

I wouldn't really call it reluctance.

[cyan_maid]

I know. But I will still go that far regardless.

[whichwayyoulean]

Well, I sure wouldn't stop you. Only a madman says no to cake.