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[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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[ezra_of_lothal]

He blows out another breath, closing his eyes.. "Yeah, technically. Just - both my housemates are down in..you know about the cocoon membrane things, right? I needed to get out of there, for a while."

[demonicbeauty]

There were a lot better reasons for Ezra to get out of that house, but Ariadne decided it was polite not to say so. Whatever her personal feelings were for the Jedi, at this point, they were just that. Personal.

"Come on," she said, touching his elbows before she pulled back, gesturing for him to follow her. "Come sit down." She perched herself on the steps leading up to the stoop of her shop.

Really, after spending the past few weeks digging through the remains of Dean's house, it was nice to feel...well. Like she was in a place to help again.

Her misery had been a different kind of cocoon.

Now, she was clearheaded. Now she could be of service to her friends. And Ezra was in need of...something.

[ezra_of_lothal]

He follows willingly, to sit next to her.

"Not sure talking about it will help," he murmurs.

[demonicbeauty]

"We don't have to talk about it," she said, reaching over to give him a pat on the knee. "We can talk about anything you want."

Her instinct told her that talking about it might help. But people had to arrive there on their own.

She'd gone around the same path over Dean, the last few months. Now, talking about him didn't hurt so much. A little. But not as much.

[ezra_of_lothal]

He murmurs, "I know things have been rough for you, too. Has there been something...good I've missed?" he asked, tentatively.

[demonicbeauty]

"Something good?" she asked.

It was funny that he should ask. Ariadne was just beginning to get back into the habit of seeing the good, where she could.

Which meant she had an answer at the ready.

"The pears," she said. "They've ripened quite nicely. If you like, I can bring you a few."