Sometimes someone needed a distraction. Meg was the same way when she had first tried to acclimate to this life and she’d found that over time it’d become easier to keep herself busy by drowning in small things like the bakery.
“Hey, we won’t be here forever, right?” It was probably a hopeless statement but the optimism was there. Her band mates would have encouraged her to raise as much hell as possible, to stick it to the man, but that just wasn’t functional in this type of society. At least, not yet. “I’m sorry that you had to come here, too.”
More listening would come. “So you have baking experience.” Her family liked it, and she knew that could be biased but Meg was curious to see if something might come out of it. She didn’t meet someone every day who had any legitimate baking skills or culinary skills. “Once we get operating again, would you be interested in working here? I can work with your schedule if you have other things going on.” Part time job? Kids? Clearly Laura had a family and that was important.