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[welljustwatchme]

A: around town, backdated to Wednesday and Thursday

[If Canada knows you at all, and especially if you were on that list of names, you're getting checked up on. This probably includes polite, nonchalant greetings and baked goods. She's missing both her bear and her moose, since neither are currently talking to her.]

B: 1447 Mitchell Road,

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[pasodoble]

( ( Spain is in the front yard. By the looks of it, he's only just come home and he's carrying a blanket with him. He stops on the sidewalk leading to the door when he sees her, ) )

. . . Can I help you?

[welljustwatchme]

[She hesitates just a moment before putting on her best smile and nodding.]

Mmm, sort of. I brought you some things. [A gesture with the container in her arms. Please just enjoy her baked things, Uncle Spain. Please pretend everything is normal with her.]

[pasodoble]

( ( He thinks nothing of the delay and looks curiously at what she's offering, ) )

Ah, I'm afraid I can't buy anything, señorita. I'm all out from Christmas shopping. ( ( And he's just awful with money but YEAH. ) ) Perhaps you can come by again another time.

[welljustwatchme]

Oh! Oh, no, they're a gift. Because it's almost Christmas and you're... Well. Espagne.

[pasodoble]

Really? Gracias, I wasn't expecting anything. . . ( ( he folds the blanket over one arm and approaches her to accept. he's smiling because-- well, who doesn't love a good gift? ) ) Hm? Sí, how did you know? Have we met before?

[welljustwatchme]

Ah, yes. [She hands the container over, cookies and a few squares going with it. Her smile is a little more forced, now.]

I'm Canada.

[pasodoble]

( ( That name sounds familiar to him and as he accepts the container, he tries to think. Canada, Canada. . .

That was someone from back home. It was. Hmm. . . Cuba's friend? But Cuba's friend was a boy. But she says it like he should know it anyways. Was Canada a boy? Hm, yes, he's positive because France would talk about him when he was young.

Nope, this woman isn't ringing any bells, ) )

Who?

I'm sorry, I don't really remember another Canada.

[welljustwatchme]

[It takes her a moment to answer, mostly because her kneejerk reaction to that is frustrated tears, and they're certainly not the sort of thing she wants going on out in the open, and certainly not around someone who she was as good as a stranger to.]

Oh, well, at least you remember one. I guess that's good. It's a long story anyway, to be honest.

[pasodoble]

It isn't a very common name; you would think I would remember, right? ( ( And he laughs at himself because he can't even remember the first Canada very well and he knows that. ) ) Hm? I have time if you want to speak.

It's the least I can do to thank you for the gift, after all. But first, I have to go back and give this to a friend. ( ( He holds up the blanket in his arm. Toro is so cold in the backyard Spain is considering bringing him into the house if it gets colder. ) )

[welljustwatchme]

I wouldn't want to bother you, it's fine. [She holds her hands up, then tips her head at the blanket.]

You do what you need to do.

[pasodoble]

It wouldn't be a bother. ( ( Forgetting about Romana and Canada doesn't change Spain much at all. Most of the memories that made Spain who he is were from before Mayfield, after all. ) ) Perhaps I can guess how we met if you won't tell me. Though, I have to warn you: I'm pretty bad at guessing games.

[welljustwatchme]

We met here, in Mayfield, actually. A few months back. There's not much guessing required there.

[pasodoble]

Of course we met here. . . Hmm. ( ( Thinking, ) ) Did I greet you when you arrived?

( ( He's met a few people because of being thrown on the welcoming committee so maybe she was one of them. ) )

[welljustwatchme]

Mmhm, on the phone. We talked about Belgium.

[And how confusing things are when other people know males as females, or vice versa.]