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]

You are absolutely right!

[She'd hug you through the journal if that was a thing she could do!]

[amiable]

And maybe we'll need a taste tester!

[cyan_maid]

Oh, I'd be happy to do that, but then again, I don't know who wouldn't be happy to taste cake!

[amiable]

A lot of people just wanted to be taste testers at first... [ What lazy bums. ]

[cyan_maid]

JUST taste-testers? But half of the fun is making the food yourself.

[amiable]

A lot of people seem to just wish up food here. Even though we have a big kitchen to cook!

[cyan_maid]

Really?

I mean, I could understand wishing for food if you weren't feeling well enough to make it or for other circumstances, but it seems ridiculous to wish for it all the time!

[amiable]

I guess they don't like to cook?

[cyan_maid]

Most likely.

[What a gosh darned shame.]

It's such a useful life skill, though!

[amiable]

I have a friend who's been here for two years and I think all she can make is waffles...

[cyan_maid]

Even waffles are better than nothing, though!

[amiable]

[ She laughs. ]

Maybe she's gotten used to having a friend cook for her a lot.

[cyan_maid]

Hoo hoo! If that's the case, at least she can make one thing!

[amiable]

I wonder how I can get her to make something...

[cyan_maid]

Maybe, if she's so used to making waffles, you could build up from those. You could try crepes stuffed with fruit or other breakfast items.

[amiable]

[ Her mouth waters at the thought. ]

I haven't eaten crepes since Paris, I think! ♥

[cyan_maid]

You've been to Paris?!

I wish I could go there!

[amiable]

The castle took us there for Christmas! We get to see all these cool places sometimes... maybe we'll go back one day!

[cyan_maid]

Oh wow! Was it like how we were taken to that camp?

[Maybe there was a benefit to life in the castle after all - wait, no, no, it's mean and it took your baking, Jane!]

[amiable]

Mm! They're called "world changes" here. We go to all sorts of places every now and then!

[cyan_maid]

How interesting. I wonder why, though. Why would the castle go through all the trouble to do something like that?

[amiable]

This place can do a lot of mean things... like taking away precious things from us, but I think it tries to make up for the things it does by taking us to nice places.

[cyan_maid]

Goodness. How utterly perplexing.

[amiable]

[ Sheepishly: ] It... is a sentient castle. [ That doesn't make sense at all either. ]

[cyan_maid]

[She sighs, and there's a soft thump.]

See, that's what infuriates me. It's a castle and it - it can think, apparently, and it can do anything to us, and we're none the wiser until we stumble upon it.