Who: Betsy and Moira When: Sunday, Spring, 1,185 AP Where: Muir Island What: Coffee and Chat
Betsy was checking up on Moira. She had some comfort food with her, too. Coffee, Shepherd's Pie, and for dessert she brought Jumbleberry Crumble tarts. "Hey? Moira?" She called out to her friend. Moira popped up from bending down behind one of the chemistry tables and smiled. "What you have there, Betsy?" She asked. Betsy smiled, and her bright blue eyes sparkled. "I got some comfort foods for the woman who probably haven't been out of this room for the last twenty-four hours, eh?"
Moira looked sheepish which indicated to Betsy that what she said was true. "Thought so. Have you got anymore breakthroughs?" she asked as she set up the food on a nearby unused table. Moira shook her head, looking disappointed. She had thought several times that she had been close, but then when she put her research together with Jean and Hank's research it didn't make since once again. It was so hard. They had so many different people, facilities, and great minds that were still alive working on a cure, however, none had got very close yet.
Moira stopped what she was doing, and walked to where Betsy had set up food. "Oh... Betsy... If I were a male I would marry you right about now." Moira teased, and Betsy laughed. Moira had a way to get so involved with her work that she would skip quite a few meals until finally she would realize that she was hungry. Normally that would be when Betsy, Brian, or one of her assistance would come down and ask her when the last time she ate, or like in the case of Betsy right now just come down with food. Moira pulled a stool out for both her and Betsy to tuck into eating on.
"So, how are things going with you Betsy?" She shrugged, she really still couldn't get used to the fact that the world was so different even if it had been several years since the Plague had happened. She missed the parties, her modeling, and being able to go where ever she wanted whenever she wanted. Now you had to be careful or you could be made into one of the infected. "I just wish I could be more help to you and my brother on the search for a cure." Moira smiled and ate some of the meal Betsy brought down, drank some of the coffee, it was good, and yeah just what she needed.
"Betsy you do your job well, you make good food, and I am sure make sure that both Brian and I don't starve to death. That is a big help in and of itself." Moira winked at her. She was right, Betsy thought. "Is it good?" she asked. "Very, Moira answered. This pleased Betsy as it meant that the cooking she was slowly learning over the last few years during the plague was improving. Before that she didn't even know how to cook, but she quickly had needed to learn as restaurants, and other convenience type things slowly become abandoned, closed down, and disappearing as people became infected, dying, and having to live a more shut in way of life. It was definitely a different type of world now.
A world where 'things' weren't as much priority as much as your own survival, and money had for the time being in most places almost none extinct as things that needed people to run them to offer trade goods closed down. There were some places that were still up and running as they seemed to not be hit as hard as other places, but they were far and few between. Most everything you had to scrap, scavenge, hunt, and raid to get. A few brave people would go out and have some businesses but they weren't open too long after like three or four to make sure they were in somewhere where they couldn't get attacked by the many infected that wondered around.
Betsy sighed, cut herself a slice of pie, and started eating herself. She sipped her coffee, and then looked at Moira, and siad, "So, talked to Xavier lately?" Her eyes twinkling with a knowing that she had figured out a few years back. She then got the full story, and felt sad for Moira and Xavier she was sure that the two would have been a very good couple together. However, family seemed to have come between that alliance, and ended up like most times being a bad match. Moira looked up and rolled her eyes. "We are both busy, Betsy, we don't have time for anything of what you are talking about." She put another bite into her mouth. However, she wouldn't mind a bit of romance, but with Charles being in New York, her in Scotland, and the way things were around them there wasn't any hope on anyone really getting romance if they didn't already have it. She sighed.
They spent the rest of their meal together in light conversation, and then after that Betsy tried to convince Moira to go take a long hot bath and maybe sleep a bit. Moira protested for a bit until Betsy finally told her she needed sleep to keep her mind alert to catch things, and a bit of relaxation could be good for her mind to. Moira finally relented, and Betsy saw her off to her sleeping quarters, and even drew the bath for her to make sure she would do it. Moira hadn't realized just how tired she had been until she hit the nice warm soothing water, with the smells of lavender, and jasmine. She almost fell asleep in the tub twice before she got out, dressed in night clothes, and finally lay down to sleep. Betsy went in an hour after she had seen her to her room and was happy to see Moira conked out in her bed. She smiled, closed the door, and left to get some rest herself.