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

[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.