Jeff, God of Biscuits: Saturday afternoon
Coraline had gotten up early this morning. Dressing in her warmest clothes and her new jacket, she'd gone exploring.
She'd explored the Preserve, not all of it, but enough to assure herself the trees were actually trees. She'd explored the beach and the rocks and walked across the Causeway, peering down into the ocean, and strolled around the carpark, kicking the gravel.
Coraline would never admit it to anyone, but she was making sure the island was attached to the rest of the world, that it wouldn't go all foggy at the edges and disappear into white mist. Satisfied that all was well, she made her slow and considered way through the town until she found the bakery.
Now she was carefully exploring the possibilities inherent in a large sticky almond pastry and a hot chocolate.
She was also keeping a sharp eye out for any gremlins.
[The bakery is open, and apparently quite yummy.]
She'd explored the Preserve, not all of it, but enough to assure herself the trees were actually trees. She'd explored the beach and the rocks and walked across the Causeway, peering down into the ocean, and strolled around the carpark, kicking the gravel.
Coraline would never admit it to anyone, but she was making sure the island was attached to the rest of the world, that it wouldn't go all foggy at the edges and disappear into white mist. Satisfied that all was well, she made her slow and considered way through the town until she found the bakery.
Now she was carefully exploring the possibilities inherent in a large sticky almond pastry and a hot chocolate.
She was also keeping a sharp eye out for any gremlins.
[The bakery is open, and apparently quite yummy.]