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.
[She loosens the crepe from the pan with the spatula and then flips it. The edge curls under by a third. Whoops. She picks at it but chooses not to risk breaking it and leaves it. Oh well.]
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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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[Mutant Sophie would hate that so much. The thought makes Maelle laugh.]
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[She loosens the crepe from the pan with the spatula and then flips it. The edge curls under by a third. Whoops. She picks at it but chooses not to risk breaking it and leaves it. Oh well.]
Maybe we ask them when she gets here.