she’s so brave. at least there’s no tears.

whimper — broken nail. clutching her hand. just her luck.

hm. white.

that would be wonderful, i think.

i suppose i’m joining but only to ask that you’re at least nice to him . . .

guys please be nice to my husband he is very distressed

I’M COMING. STAY STRONG.

i love you too! it’s no trouble. come here, i can hold you.

my poor baby . . . lay down, i can get you some water.

i’m saving you, my love!!!! what am i saving you from?

i’ll save you!!

well, i think i’ll start cooking soon, then. wanna make sure you’re well fed. [ leaning up, pressing a kiss to his forehead. a mark is left from her lipstick — crooked grin tugs on her lips. ]

i missed you too! [ giggling, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. ] if you want, i can cook us a nice dinner tonight and we can catch up?

i don’t think they’re listening to me much, truth be told. of course, doll.

my love!!

i think you can understand my use of that word, though. thank you. i’ll return them soon enough.

my fucking curlers…

“hi, sweetheart.” sickly sweet — it’s genuine, of course. arms slip around his waist, eyes fluttering shut with the kiss on the forehead.

shaun . . . done. wolf . . . done. deacon . . . done. i feel i’m forgetting someone?

wrapping gifts rapidly!!!

i’m so TIRED

i’m looking forward to it. fair enough. i managed to bring mine from home when i moved out. i’m kinda surprised it survived the bombs, honestly.

we can make a trip out of it, if you want. took me a while, but i found the menorah!

. . . do we have candles?

oh my god my menorah

stumbling back into haven lake. she looks like ( hell. * ) at least her hair is sort of in tact.

chewing on her nails. brows furrowed.

pulling her needle out of her finger. she has no idea how she even managed this.

flickering her lighter. yawn.

another horrible realization: if she wants to go to new york, she needs to bring her good guns. even worse, her good armor.

hm. due to how dangerous this sounds, i could pay you to come with me, if that sounds at all appealing. it might be nice to go visit. maybe i could show you what’s left of my childhood home if we could even find it.

i grew up there! it was better before the war. maybe we can figure out the whole . . . “staying above the streets” thing.

man i wish new york didn’t get bombed

oh, i should talk to wolf . . .

i know! i know. there isn’t much access to adoptable children that i know of.

well, before the war, that’s what adoption kind of was — to be fair, it was more often with children.

yes, sweetheart?

oh. that’s fine. understandable, even.

. . . i want more.

i will take you in if you are parentless.

do you need one!!!

margot. if it helps, i couldn’t remember your name, either.

she is really fucking vain, though.

“i don’t think i’m insane at all.”

“hey :(“

you’d be paying me for a hobby. it’s okay. look, i’ll take caps but please don’t give me too many. yes, ma’am. i’ll go ahead and get everything all set up, then.

she’s been sewing from the moment she woke up. she even passed out at her sewing machine.

you don’t need to pay me at all. not unless you want beading, but that’s only because of how long it takes.

“well, it’s a shame fabric is so hard to come by. you don’t owe me anything. it’s good that it’s getting use. it’s the perfect color, too.” she seems happy enough to be rid of her dress, anyway.

i can sew for you! it gives me something to do since i don’t think my husband’s so keen on me doing anything particularly dangerous anymore.