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[ She's quiet as she catalogs and watches him unwrap, first the dog - which really, is almost ugly, but it serves a dual function and a third one of a paperweight of he ever felt he needed one of those - and that bark of laughter, then the cake with the frosting that will never look right because "wait until cooled before frosting" had been missing from the recipe she'd been following.

He says thank you. He looks actually pleased. In spite of anything, that is gratifying. Annie glances away, brushing her hair back behind an ear. ]

The frosting looks like shit, but... you're welcome.

[ There's nothing professional about that cake, but it is a cake, and that's... sure baked from scratch. (Those are the sorts of cookbooks Annie's picked up. Knowing all the ingredients makes it easier for her overall, and the time spent has been, well, holiday time. A break from reading and training and studying. ]

[Almost ugly doesn't matter. Is it tacky? Is it tasteless? She can look around her and find plenty of shirts and hats with tackier and more tasteless things written all over them. The dog belongs here, in this haven of the harmlessly crude. Will doesn't find it anything other than perfect. This is the guy who has seven dogs in his normal home and still has more on his shelves, in old pictures, in knick-knacks. Annie made a damn good match here, she has every right to a sense of gratification.]

Doesn't matter what it looks like. [It doesn't look great, he's not dismissing that. He's dismissing the idea that it actually matters. It's a Goddamn cake, it's meant to be eaten, not stared at. There was an effort, and even if that effort wouldn't make the A grade with a bakery, it sure as hell makes the A grade with Will Graham. He's staring at it the same way he looks at his dogs, even. When he stops, when he lets the cover back over it, that absolute joy and attachment transfers straight onto Annie, no stopping it.] You, uh...need anything for the rest of your errands around town today? You got a drink in your backpack?

[Does she want a free one? Bottled water or crappy soda in that back fridge, maybe? That's what he seems to be indicating, at least, his head tilted somewhat in that direction, if she so desires. If she didn't stock up. Not many places will be open on Christmas, no need to get thirsty halfway through it all and spend twenty minutes grumping about the lack of the usual fare, might as well drink out of the damn hose on this lawn. Weeh, life hard, Santa is a dick.]

I wasn't planning on being in town for that long.

[ She looks back to Will, adjusting the strap of her backpack. She wishes any of these sat better, more like the ones she's tested with her work up in Nonah. Packs meant to carry and balance weight. They were back-savers. ]

I'm stopping by Jayden's and Uzu's, then heading back to Nonah.

[ Short and sweet. Annie herself being only one of the two. ]

[He notices the adjustment, but he can't read her mind. If she'd say as much out loud, he might be able to be of some assistance. Bait shop, fishing is an outdoor activity. If she wants a backpack that could actually do the Goddamn job its meant to better than what they market for schools...those outdoorsy ones were the meal ticket.

He can help, Ma.

Uzu...Uzu...one eyebrow quirks and he tilts his head at the name, thinking over who that must be and summarily hoping Annie doesn't eat any proffered food.]

All right. Good luck with it. I'm sure it'll be...quiet out. [Dead, almost. Will slides both gifts back into that bag, certain Annie knows that if she ever needs it returned, he'll be glad to. He's clearly here just as long as Annie is, turns out the light as he heads for the door, pulling his keys out of his front pocket as he does so.] You walking, too?

[ Only the konyaku. All his friends swear by it. Technically by now, she's probably been introduced to this mysterious strange potato like dish prepared however he liked, but even if she hasn't, she'll have that tenuous faith that not everyone is attempting to set her up for a fall. Axe me no more questions and all in the aftermath that had followed Uzu's attempt at rallying her to his konyaku cause. ]

Mmm. Seems easiest. I could have borrowed a hovercycle from the base, but I didn't want to head back that way.

[ Taking the military driven shuttle into Heropa has been enough. She can get through the rest on her own two feet, no problem. It's what she'd expect anywhere else as it is. ]

[Ladies first, when it comes to leaving a building. Or, really, more like anyone else who doesn't have the keys to lock up first. He's fallen into a routine with it by this point, barely has to look at the lock to slide the key in and turn. He nods, seems to agree that walking is easiest—he walked here, after all. But that's easier when he's relocated to Heropa and doesn't have to go through the unusual commute every time he wants to stop by the shop for any reason.]

Moved in with April when I got out of the hospital. [Casual talk for someone who could casually fall in next to Annie, neither a step behind or a step ahead, equal footing. Gifts get held against his chest, keys plopped back into his front pocket as he offers a muted but honest smile.] So I'm back in Heropa. We can walk together until we have to part ways, if that's all right with you.

[And they can walk in total silence as much as they could walk in conversation, of course.]

[ She's not surprised. April will have had the pleasure of dealing with another disappearance, reappearance, and Will being the mostly-dying party to come back after his time back home. April's been here for long enough to have seen the pattern so often over the years. There's a take it or leave it quality to embracing relationships with all people here. Friends, allies, enemies, lovers, the countless other kinds. Mentors and students...

Annie shakes her head, breathing out. She can see herself exhaling - it's just colder right now in the shade. ]

It's fine.

[ That's it. There's nothing else she feels she needs to say. For her it's easy to walk in quiet, in this too quiet world, with people inside and tucked out of the way for the holiday. Not everyone, but it would never be everyone. Just enough to make the streets seem abandoned at an eerily early time on a weekday.

...Which means that unless there's something he wants to bring up, she'll stay quiet as they walk back toward another part of town. ]

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