Tara meant to just stop by her room to change into shoes not full of sand and a shirt that didn't have ketchup on the sleeve between Karla's party and Warren's. When she first spotted the dark-haired girl in the room she'd started thinking of as hers alone, she almost didn't recognize her.
No one had ever exactly mistaken Tara for a bard either, so she wasn't getting much past "weird" herself. She nodded vigorously.
"Not really?" she said, in response to the question. "I switched to a different brand of cat food, but I pretty much tried to stay out of your stuff. And mine is just ... kind of the same as it was."
"What are you -- oh my god, Fiona?"
She was happy. Just a bit stunned.
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"Not really?" she said, in response to the question. "I switched to a different brand of cat food, but I pretty much tried to stay out of your stuff. And mine is just ... kind of the same as it was."
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She gave a little smile.
"Thought maybe Kennedy might have started stashing some of her stuff or something."
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"Fair enough."
Her hands were steady on the kitty.
"Heading out or staying in? Just curious."
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"No. I've heard the name, but we never really met."
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Tara turned, smoothing her shirt. "You should come up, if you want. You might have fun, seeing everybody again."
Not that she would want that herself.
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"Maybe I will," she said thoughtfully, glancing down at the kitten a moment later.
"Just lemme get changed?"
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She paused, hand on the doorknob. "It is really good to have you back."
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"It's good to be back. And yeah. I'll be up."
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