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Three Spoons {Dictation}
[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...?
nope and also I AM SORRY THIS IS LATE
IS OKAY DUN WORRY C:
You really think so? Even with losses, and sudden changes to the world? You would rather be here?
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[And by safe she means there is no Jack Noir and they can wish for sopor for Gamzee.]
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Anyway, the point is that if you ever need me to get you some good meat, I am more than happy to help.
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All we would need is a butcher and we could make all sorts of things!
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[A pause.]
Or we can find a butcher; that is okay, too.
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[Don't you be rude Jane!]
Well, I'm...sure either one would be fine!!