Three Spoons {Dictation}

[cyan_maid]

[This entry is backdated to about midmorning on July 1st.]

[There are some dainty sniffles coming from the journal today, as if they came from someone who had just begun to recover from a cry, and not even the good kind of cry that makes you feel better. A couple cake batter fingerprints appear, and then are hastily wiped away. That only smudges the paper.]

Oh...I'm sorry about that, I...

[A pause. Jane blows her nose.]

I was...cleaning up a mess...in the kitchen. I'm really sorry about all of that batter...in the sink...that's my fault...!

[Oh sugar, her voice is cracking. Better make this quick.]

I think I'm...ready to admit to my loss...

{Filtered to - Anyone who confronted her about her loss}

All of you were right. I'm sorry I was so prickly about it before.

{Filtered to - Uru}

Would you still...let someone into the baking club even if they couldn't bake...?

Comments

& Jane forever, too!

[wagers]

Yeah! He's the best! He's probably my best friend here...

[There's a vague hint of, well, some other emotion that doesn't particularly sound like bragging for once, but--] But it doesn't matter! I think I'd be fine with it either way! I've only given him cake like, two or three times anyway!

Hooray!

[cyan_maid]

[Jane notices Vriska sounds a bit off, but she's not sure what the problem is. More information is required in order to deduce!]

Lucky you, to have such a good friend here. I'm still getting to know so many people.

Really? Whatever did you give it to him for?

[wagers]

[Gosh, Jane! Vriska is so complex and everything how could you even...]

It may come as a surprise to you, but people I'd consider friends here are in very short supply! All the good people seem to leave, ugh!

And, I don't know! There was this festival, and we were just... looking at it together! They were serving cakes, so I thought it would be a nice gesture! No big deal!

[cyan_maid]

[Well, it sounded different than the other times she's talked to Vriska! Jane is reasonably observant. You can't be a detective without being observant!]

I think that's the castle's fault, more than anything.

It sounds like a nice gesture to me! Hm, I really can't see why he wouldn't like it...

[wagers]

[Vriska will flail and scream at you when she catches on! Definitely! Maybe.]

The castle sucks!!

[That goes without saying, of course.]

I don't know, maybe he's just weird. But that's okay. I don't mind. Whatever. Pfft. Yeah.

[cyan_maid]

I quite agree.

Are you sure you don't mind? You seem to mind a little bit - I mean, you did bring it up.

[wagers]

No, no! I was talking about cakes! Because you were talking about them first. And how people seem to make a big deal about them. My [sob] friend John just hates them for some reason! That's all!

[cyan_maid]

Hmmmm. [Not sure if buying it...]

Alright, then, Vriska, if that's really all it is. I really do think you should directly ask him about it, though.

[wagers]

[Gosh, Jane. Gosh. Just... Jane. Jane, please.]

No, it's cool! It doesn't even matter! People don't have to like things, whatever!

[cyan_maid]

[Okay! Okay okay Vriska. Okay.]

O...kay?

[wagers]

Yes! Okay.

[cyan_maid]

[She chuckles.] Okay.

[wagers]

[So that doesn't mean you'll try to figure her out then, right? ::::P]

Good! Now hurry up and do something else other than crying over spilled batter.

[cyan_maid]

[Well, it's more like she'll wait and see what she can infer next rather than try and probe when Vriska is avoiding the topic.]

Will do!

[wagers]

[Hey! She's the alien, here! She's supposed to be doing the prob-- wait. Nevermind.]

Smell you later then, Jane!

[cyan_maid]

[I see what you did there.]

Alright, then. You have a nice day, Vriska.