（ ₀₅. ） ❝ rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor ❞

[generose]

( backdated to shortly after her meeting with florence

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[is_an_island]

Oh, hullo, Elizabeth.

[waving...]

[generose]

( smiling! ) Oh my, I almost didn't notice you.

[is_an_island]

Yes, your attention did seem rather diverted.

What are you doing here?

[generose]

No, I just pay attention to what's important.

Swinging. What are you doing?

[is_an_island]

Oh, I was just taking a walk.

Do you mean the fire over there?

[generose]

Yeah sure, let's say that. ( chuckling a bit. )

. . . Wonder what happened to cause it though.

[is_an_island]

Perhaps a kitchen accident.

I've had a few of those myself, though not to that scale.

[generose]

How surprising. ( she slows in her swinging, looking at him curiously. )

Playing dress up with that eye patch, are you? Or is this the new fashion?

[is_an_island]

Perhaps I woke up this morning feeling rather special.

... Do you think everybody over there will be all right?

[generose]

How unique of you.

( a shrug. ) Doesn't matter either way, everything will just go back to normal tomorrow.

[is_an_island]

Of course it matters.

Perhaps we should go take a look.

[generose]

Does it really?

. . . You can if you want, I can't say I'm much interested in watching a fire.

[is_an_island]

But we might be able to help.

We can come back after, and you can go back to swinging.

[generose]

Shouldn't that be something left to the proper authorities?

There's no sense in recklessly putting my-ourselves in harm's way.

[is_an_island]

... Well, I wouldn't want you to get hurt.

Perhaps I'll go and take a quick look.

[generose]

How thoughtful.

( there's another shrug as she looks at the smoke. ) If you want.