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

[formercheerio]

I don't know. I haven't asked what others are.

[cyan_maid]

That's a good idea. There are probably some people who still get upset just thinking about them.

[formercheerio]

Yeah. [ Sigh. She does ] I wonder if anyone doesn't know theirs.

[cyan_maid]

[That's just sad. Someone could be walking around, knowing that they're supposed to be missing something, but they have no idea what it is and they're totally ignorant about it.]

...I think I'm glad I found mine, then...

[formercheerio]

Quicker is always better. [ Even if she wonders if she'd rather not know hers ]

[cyan_maid]

If you say so.

[formercheerio]

What, you'd rather find out in a year?

[cyan_maid]

Oh jeez, definitely not!

It's just...a shame there have to be losses in the first place!

[formercheerio]

Just wait until something else happens - I'd rather take one loss than that.

[cyan_maid]

If you say so.