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[Pond Fiend doesn't do this often, but he's trying it a couple times today. So here's a happy little cube-fiend floating near his bro.]

Hello! I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

( by which i mean, catch sonata in the kitchen, bringing in some new groceries.

yes, you read that right.

beyond the jars of cream that she's placing in the fridge, she's also brought over the wrapped gatordog and pigmadillo meats from prior hunting trips, all of them still dated and pretty fresh! as well as foraged vegetables, things from the community garden, and whatever off-beat's brought in, he's living his best life. ... buuuut they also have... a gift from daffodil that she's going through. and that includes

- 3.5 lbs of white rice
- 2 1.5 oz bars of milk chocolate
- 64 lbs of yellow corn on the cob
- 1.5 bars of dark chocolate
- 1.5 lbs of ground coffee (Wolfram Brand)
- 1 bar of white chocolate.

she is very impressed! and taking stock of everything. and putting up her tea set and the jars of tea leaves. )

Sonata!

We don't have to walk there every morning anymore.

What are we supposed to do with all this corn, though.

... I'm not sure. I was going to ask Beat when he got up. --Oh, we have some chocoalte, too! I'd like to mix some with the cream so I'll be able to have it.

I doubt anyone's going to say no to you for that. But! We have rice now, so maybe we can make something from home as a treat?

( the coin drops. what follows...

a much, much younger sonata is in bed, flushed feverish and coughing as she clings to her rabbit. a storybook with two rabbits lies beside her, well loved, as her mother steps in-

"How do you feel, ▌▀▅▕▜▕?"

"M-Mommy... I'm... Okay..."

it's followed by a harsh cough and her mother's face falls as she crouches beside the low bed.

"Oh, you poor thing... Just try and take it easy, okay? Hm... Your fever seems to have gone up, too. Would you mind taking off your pajamas, dear? I'd like to get you cleaned up and into some new ones."

sonata nods and complies, and is quickly changed-

"Mommy... I'm sorry... I know you were really busy with the neighborhood association and everything..."

mom smiles softly, petting her hair.

"Hehe. Oh, honey, your being sick takes priority over all of that. Your job is to get as much rest as you can today, so that once you're all better, you'll be able to show us all that beautiful smile of yours."

"Okay..."

"Oh, that reminds me. Our neighbors gave us some apples. You may be sick, but I'm sure they'll still taste just as good. Would you like me to make some apple sauce for you, dear? Or just cut them into slices?"

the little girl is quiet for a moment, before she makes a soft request:

"Bunnies..."

"Huh?"

"Bunnies... Make them look like bunnies."

"Hehe. You really love bunnies, don't you, ▌▀▅▕▜▕? Just one moment, dear." and so she steps out, just long enough to fetch a plate, knife and an apple. it's a brilliant red. sitting back down, she works quietly for her child to watch. "There we are."

"Thank you..."

"Can you sit up? You don't have to if you don't think you can."

The illness has really, visibly taken a lot out of the girl.

"Maybe... I don't know."

"Then why don't we do this...? Open up for the airplane..."

sonata does as told.

"Mmm... They're yummy. Thank you, Mommy..."

"Hehe. You're very welcome. Now, Mommy needs to go hoist the laundry on the patio, so try to get some sleep, okay, honey?"

as she gets up, sonata moves, giving the woman some pause.

"Um- Mommy?"

"Yes, dear?"

"Can you stay and hold my hand...? Until I fall asleep...?"

"Hehe. My, aren't we full of demands today. Of course, dear. Now, lie down for me, and take my hand..."

sonata happily settles back into bed, holding her mother's hand and giggling softly as if this is the best thing she could ever have. her mother smiles fondly, warmly- not at all like the cold-eyed woman she is now.

sonata stares at the water, oddly stiff. )

Edited 2023-07-10 23:08 (UTC)

_{[ Angel Devil has a good eye, for books. Especially for one he's seen before, already.
...

After this, he has... an eye out for something extra in his now-daily perusal of the library.

But that comes later. Today, Angel Devil has already been faced with the sight of Zidane, at perhaps just this age, hail and healthy and calling something big brother he shouldn't with his resilient, stubborn heart that was growing up even then like a boundless weed in a barren land.

He could never understand him. They would never understand each other.

aren't we full of demands today?

But Sonata he could understand.
Comforting words hardly come to a creature like him. But what's far easier is, ]}

Bunnies? Ah-ha-ha.......!
...Like that's so hard. Even I could do that, and I hardly even submit to hold a knife most days.

Oh, yes.

( though it'll have to have the cream... ugh, why can't she remember recipes instead of her? )

Help me put some of this away?

( angel devil's voice makes sonata jolt, like she'd forgotten the rest of the pasture even exists- before she turns to face him, she shifts to wipe her eyes on the jacket she's wearing today. )

I don't... It feels so strange, seeing her like this. ... I've always been jealous of Rose's apples, though, I must admit.

Well, green eyes...

...You're hardly a stranger to Rose, Sonata. If Clover's eel can come and go in our pasture as he pleases, I don't see why a few apples can't, as long as you're clutching them.

... Thank you. Um- ( nevermind the fact that she was just in tears over her stupid, awful mother- ) ... How are you doing?

...oh, ah--
_{[ the last time she'd seen him was under a spotlight, stone-faced at being ousted as a doll, before various persons contrived to guide him out of public sight. ]}

I'm. Enjoying the most exciting time of the week, hn? New, shiny toys to examine, everywhere you turn. But...

...Sonata. Do forgive me the prying, but...
Seeing that.
Does it really change anything?

_{[ the question's earnest.

a mother and child is something he's hardly ever been able to understand. he's learned how to tug on the heartstrings, present from one, to the other, sometimes, lucky souls, both. but it is as fanciful a concept to him as he imagines others, working to get used to magic. ]}

Edited 2023-07-11 01:13 (UTC)

[ speaking of roasting biscuit—

there's a knock at the barn on day 18 as the newest Daffodil stops by again after dropping off supplies with Biscuit earlier! ]

( ah- he won't let her change the subject...

...

sonata is quiet for a long time before looking back at the water. it's clear now. and her heart and thoughts have been racing so terribly, it doesn't even occur to her to ask how he knows, or if he saw it once upon a dream- )

... Not at all. If anything... it just makes it worse... I don't... understand it at all.

[ watching from the rec room roof, not hiding his presence, but not interrupting either. what's her body language? does she remain standing there? ]

( it's.... still. but his keen eyes probably can see that her hands are balled up into fists, tight enough that her nails are cutting into her palms. they're shaking. her face might come off as expressionless if not for the slow mix of disgust and fury and... something else, slowly crossing over as she processes it.

she doesn't move. not yet. )

[ he's... curious. what's that something else? ]

( if he's checking thoroughly?

heartache, or perhaps something like longing...? )

...some things are the better, for us failing to comprehend them too clearly.

_{[ he honed his understanding of his master to a knife-sharp edge, and where DID that get him? It carried him to the greatest heights. It dropped him down into the farthest lows. ]}

I'll see you some time by the apple tree, Sonata. _{[ small bow! ]}

Hmm...

[But, she'll come in and start sorting things out and figuring out where things should go.]

We could make white stew. That uses cream, so you'd be able to taste it.

. . .

[ throws a pebble into the fountain. plunk. it's obviously coming from his direction. does she look? ]

—Wait. Do I spy rice in that pile.

[(Since the other kids seem to be checking out the kitchen or smth) Cacophonie will open the door.]

...Good evening.

[*It's probably not quite evening yet.]

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