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...?

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[fantasies]

Oh. Yeah. I think so, anyway. [beat.] I'm still going to look! But my mom thinks it probably is, too.

[cyan_maid]

It might be a good idea to keep looking, but if it is, I'm very sorry.

Your mother is here with you? You're very lucky, then! I'm all on my own here.

[fantasies]

Yeah, I'm really lucky. So... it's okay if I can't get it back, because she's here.

[cyan_maid]

That's a good way to think about it.

[fantasies]

Right! So you shouldn't worry, either. It'll work out okay.

[cyan_maid]

I'll take your word for it.

You have a lovely day, Henry.

[fantasies]

Yeah. You too, Jane.