[She lingers in the doorway, leaning her shoulder against it as she watches Sciel, thoughts drifting to Gustave, to snow. He should have been with them to see it on the Continent. He would have loved it, loved Monoco's station, loved the beautiful landscape of snow and ice.]
I’m sure he’d like to see it with you. With all of us.
[Breakfast is quickly underway, and Sciel cracks eggs one-handed into a mixing bowl. She can imagine snow now: a first for Gustave, another round for everyone else, the pinching reminder of why it shook out that way. But it’ll be fun, too. They can make it that way.]
[Milk next, then whisking them together. Sciel’s gaze is fixed on the bowl.]
Well, he’s used to surviving out there. But who knows! I feel like I can guess exactly how Gustave will react to the season, but Verso is a surprise every time.
Well, he could have gotten himself a new coat second-hand almost any time in the last sixty years, but he’s still wearing that ratty double-breasted one with chipped buttons, so he might just refuse in the first place!
Not just for things like that, but... you know, Gustave. Maybe they're past getting back together, but they still cared about one another. Maybe it would help. "Hey, I died, you died... let's get a drink?"
I think he wouldn't want to lose any time. But I think he'd give her space to adjust before saying anything at all about them. [A shrug.] I don't think they would have any trouble if she actually was here. She was happy to see him on the day of her Gommage.
[Maelle lingered on the rooftop to make sure Sophie didn't tell Gustave to go pound sand or anything. Not her fault she eavesdropped a little.]
I don’t think there was ever any lack of love between them, but it’s hard to say how a second turn around the block would go. I’d like to believe they could be close again, whether they were together or not.
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Is that a suitable punishment, you think?
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[No complaining allowed.]
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[She lets go of Maelle’s shoulders to start puttering around the kitchen, pulling out the cutting board, a knife, this and that.]
Do you think Etraya gets snow?
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[She lingers in the doorway, leaning her shoulder against it as she watches Sciel, thoughts drifting to Gustave, to snow. He should have been with them to see it on the Continent. He would have loved it, loved Monoco's station, loved the beautiful landscape of snow and ice.]
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[Breakfast is quickly underway, and Sciel cracks eggs one-handed into a mixing bowl. She can imagine snow now: a first for Gustave, another round for everyone else, the pinching reminder of why it shook out that way. But it’ll be fun, too. They can make it that way.]
And I hope Verso doesn’t freeze out there.
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[Which probably means throwing snow around until he can only think about defending himself.]
Do you think Verso is going to stay... out in the woods or something? For that long?
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Well, he’s used to surviving out there. But who knows! I feel like I can guess exactly how Gustave will react to the season, but Verso is a surprise every time.
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[Not during the Gustave shopping trip, of course.]
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[The best thing to do right now is to make sure neither feels neglected, and it’s a little easier when she loves to dote.]
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[He seems the type!]
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[Calm down there, Maelle.]
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And what, hold him down and sew him into it?
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[How can he refuse the two of them?]
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[A little confession here in the kitchen.]
Not just for things like that, but... you know, Gustave. Maybe they're past getting back together, but they still cared about one another. Maybe it would help. "Hey, I died, you died... let's get a drink?"
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[Sciel glances sidelong at Maelle as she tips flour into the bowl, a little puff of white kicking up on the air. She smiles.]
Who’s asking who?
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[Look at her and all this faith she has in him.]
Do you agree or disagree?
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[Maelle lingered on the rooftop to make sure Sophie didn't tell Gustave to go pound sand or anything. Not her fault she eavesdropped a little.]
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[No judgement. Just… an observation.]
I don’t think there was ever any lack of love between them, but it’s hard to say how a second turn around the block would go. I’d like to believe they could be close again, whether they were together or not.
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[A rare thing, for Maelle, but she wants to be hopeful.]
Who knows if she'll ever end up here, though.
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[She ladles out batter onto the pan and tilts it back and forth.]
I would love to have my best friend back, but seeing him happy, and able to talk about her… that’d be special.
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Oh, we have to come up with something better than that to tell the difference. We’d be giving the blonde one a complex.
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