(no subject)
[The journal is lay open, with a full view of a kitchen. Who knows what old dead grandfather turned the thing on but, you can see Alia moving around the kitchen humming to herself as she wrapped up the last basket of cookies, so they could be delivered to a certain little boy he knew.}
Next time I start to think baking is a wonderful idea you had better talk me out of it.
[pause]
Don't tell me you tried. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with you at all.
[Her body moves as if someone is holding her, and she sighs softly. Her head turns and she sees the journal- open. Her eyes go wide and she dashes to turn it off. The screen goes black, cursing is fremen is heard before it finally disconnects.]
Next time I start to think baking is a wonderful idea you had better talk me out of it.
[pause]
Don't tell me you tried. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with you at all.
[Her body moves as if someone is holding her, and she sighs softly. Her head turns and she sees the journal- open. Her eyes go wide and she dashes to turn it off. The screen goes black, cursing is fremen is heard before it finally disconnects.]