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

[amiable]

Maybe you should take a break from everything.

[cyan_maid]

But I still have so much left to clean up!

[She's not going until every single bowl and spoon is spic and span!]

[amiable]

Let me help!

[cyan_maid]

I really think I ought to clean it up myself...

[Gosh, how many times have people offered? You've cheered her up, though, so she might crack if you prod her a bit...]

[amiable]

But four hands are better than two!

[cyan_maid]

Well...that is true...um...

[amiable]

I don't mind!

[cyan_maid]

...

[Quietly,] Are you sure?

[amiable]

We're friends, aren't we?

[cyan_maid]

Of course!!

I just don't want to trouble anyone, I mean...you're not busy?

[amiable]

No, not at all!

[cyan_maid]

Well, I...suppose it's alright...

[amiable]

I'll be over as soon as I can!

[cyan_maid]

Okay...see you soon, then.

[amiable]

[ Lalala timeskip~

She pokes her head into the kitchen, wondering how messy it might be in here. ]

[cyan_maid]

[Well it's not as bad as it was before? The stove is still covered in goop inside and out, and there's still a few bowls left to be scrubbed. Jane's over by the sink scrubbing spoons and whisks and things.]

[amiable]

Jane?

[ 5'1" chick coming through. Her eyes settle on the stove, though. ]

Oh...

[cyan_maid]

Hm?

[She looks up at you, and it takes her a moment, but she smiles a little. Those eyes are still red.] Uru?

1/2

[amiable]

Are you Ja--

[amiable]

Still crying?!

[cyan_maid]

Huh?!

[Jane starts to rub her eyes for tears. They're not wet, but her eyes are a bit more sore now.]

I'm not crying...!

[amiable]

They're red! [ She steps into the room, looking worried. ]

[cyan_maid]

Are they?

[Where's a metal bowl that's not too dirty - ah there we go, get a good look Jane.]

Oh, geez, I look a right mess...

[amiable]

[ She swipes a tissue from a Kleenex box and holds it out for her. ]

Well, that's okay. Losses aren't always easy.

[cyan_maid]

Oh! Thank you...

[She'll dab at her eyes a bit before she blows her nose daintily.]

So - you're Uru, right?