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"Oh, come on."
Eostre was sitting on the floor in the storeroom, surrounded by boxes and cans, concentric circles of produce sorted by type and size. She was being very methodical; the last few weeks had left her with a distinct feeling that she lacked control and she was going to have order in her life if it killed her. People, she couldn't do anything about, but the kitchen...
This was the second day in a row that she'd emptied the shelves of kitchen stock to make a list of everything that was in it and add her own handwriting next to Vianne's on some of the labels. There was a fine dusting of flour across the bridge of Eostre's nose, in pale hair, and across the front of her black dress. She was staring with dismay at the two lists in her hands.
"Yesterday, there were no beans."
She looked pointedly at several cans of beans in front of her.
"You shouldn't be here. You should not be here."
She screwed both of her lists into a ball and threw it at the offending cans. When she burst into tears, it was at least partly the fault of hormones...
"Bloody beans."
ooc: frustrated pregnant lady. Approach with caution?
Eostre was sitting on the floor in the storeroom, surrounded by boxes and cans, concentric circles of produce sorted by type and size. She was being very methodical; the last few weeks had left her with a distinct feeling that she lacked control and she was going to have order in her life if it killed her. People, she couldn't do anything about, but the kitchen...
This was the second day in a row that she'd emptied the shelves of kitchen stock to make a list of everything that was in it and add her own handwriting next to Vianne's on some of the labels. There was a fine dusting of flour across the bridge of Eostre's nose, in pale hair, and across the front of her black dress. She was staring with dismay at the two lists in her hands.
"Yesterday, there were no beans."
She looked pointedly at several cans of beans in front of her.
"You shouldn't be here. You should not be here."
She screwed both of her lists into a ball and threw it at the offending cans. When she burst into tears, it was at least partly the fault of hormones...
"Bloody beans."
ooc: frustrated pregnant lady. Approach with caution?