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Who: Johanna Barker and William Jesse Grant
What: a friendly chat and checking in
Where: the public space of the kitchen in Ground Zero
When: Wednesday early afternoon
With a yawn, William Jesse opens the cupboards in Ground Zero’s kitchen, pulling out and juggling containers of maple sugar and oats, cinnamon and flour. At the table, he adds ingredients to the peeled and diced apples in a big bowl, stifling another yawn. The preacher boy had largely slept the last week away, and blearily feels still half asleep. It was sleep he desperately needed, and he leaves it un-begrudged, but it is very inconvenient.
The act of making apple-oat cakes is a task set by William Jesse to help him gather himself back together in the wake of the reality storm. They are not, however, the end goal. More like busy work, to distract the strange nervousness about his upcoming get together with Johanna. He should not be nervous, after all, they are friends, and there is nothing to worry about when friends gather. But he does think she might like the cookies.
In a very short time, the smell of spices and baking apples wafts forth from the oven. What a wondrous modern device, so much less smoky than his own time’s wood and coal technology. The coffee-maker too is of modern design, and William Jesse has found that he rather likes the coffee it makes, far more smooth and less gritty than his peculator. He does, however, but a kettle on the stove, in case Johanna might prefer tea.
What: a friendly chat and checking in
Where: the public space of the kitchen in Ground Zero
When: Wednesday early afternoon
With a yawn, William Jesse opens the cupboards in Ground Zero’s kitchen, pulling out and juggling containers of maple sugar and oats, cinnamon and flour. At the table, he adds ingredients to the peeled and diced apples in a big bowl, stifling another yawn. The preacher boy had largely slept the last week away, and blearily feels still half asleep. It was sleep he desperately needed, and he leaves it un-begrudged, but it is very inconvenient.
The act of making apple-oat cakes is a task set by William Jesse to help him gather himself back together in the wake of the reality storm. They are not, however, the end goal. More like busy work, to distract the strange nervousness about his upcoming get together with Johanna. He should not be nervous, after all, they are friends, and there is nothing to worry about when friends gather. But he does think she might like the cookies.
In a very short time, the smell of spices and baking apples wafts forth from the oven. What a wondrous modern device, so much less smoky than his own time’s wood and coal technology. The coffee-maker too is of modern design, and William Jesse has found that he rather likes the coffee it makes, far more smooth and less gritty than his peculator. He does, however, but a kettle on the stove, in case Johanna might prefer tea.