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It's days like today that I wish that I would have spent more time actually focusing on what it was my grand-mère was doing in the kitchen while I was younger as I would do just about anything for her chouquettes right about now. I know that even had I learned how to make them, they would be nowhere near as delicious as hers, but I cannot get them out of my mind.

This seems reason enough to raid the nearest bakery, however. Bill, prepare for our home to be overrun with baked goods.

I can't believe I actually just wrote out a pros and cons list of going to real grad school. You know, the type that doesn't feature learning magic and improbable adventures that lead to coronations and all sorts of dangerous shit. Just the type that sucks up money, social lives, and souls. It seems moderately pointless, if we can all just disappear back to our original worlds by whatever it is that brought us here in the first place (I refuse to say pod god, that time notwithstanding), but I also need something to do with my time that isn't just shopping and making cocktails.

The latter half of that last sentence pains me. This might be the weakest form of adulting there is, but I think that's what is happening here. Fuck.

I haven't been on my own in so long Since they gave me an apartment, I guess I can stick around here a little while, see what this place has and all.

[Damon]

Since the town's gotten bigger, we're getting busier. What do you think of hiring on another bartender or two?

I do not understand why people run to get out of the rain. It is a nice feeling.

Being back to "normal" is weird when you don't remember what happened. I've lost track of time and what was happening around me before, but I was aware of what was going on in my head.

Mostly, I wish I remembered my kids being older.

Who: Poe Dameron & Rey
When: Backdated to the Funhouse Plot
Where: Funhouse, and then around.
What: A strange house, a strange town, and two very different perspectives on the world.
Rating: Low probably.
Status: COMPLETE.



( A gap in her memory wasn't as alarming to her as it might have been to others, especially not at the age she was suddenly propelled back to. )

I've been here a whole summer, which is officially longer than I ever expected I'd be here. I've got a different apartment, and a roommate, and I'm thinking maybe I ought to try something a little more impressive than just delivering packages here and there since I don't really have to worry so much about the government looking for me here.

I suppose that'd involve me going to University though, wouldn't it? I bet it's too late to do that for this semester.