Who: Rose and Hugo When: The day Rose arrived Where: Hugo's Place What: Eating, talking, catching up. Rating: PG.
It was difficult for Rose to explain to anyone else in the world why she avoided family and set off to do her own thing. But Hugo always understood her. They were a few years apart, but he was the one person in the entire world who always, without question or doubt, got her. He was also the only person she really kept in contact with on a regular basis, though for Rose a regular basis meant once a month or twice if she was really lonely.
The village she'd been brought to wasn't exactly ideal. For starters she was surrounded by her family. Thankfully her mother wasn't around. That would've been awful. But Hugo was close and when Rose's life went to shit she always turned to her baby brother. So she pulled her hair back away from her face, slammed her journal shut and marched off in search of Hugo. Everything was numbered, making it so much easier to find his cottage. She didn't bother knocking. Family didn't knock. Besides, if he was eating there was no way Hugo was going to get up to answer the door.
So she walked inside, made her way into the kitchen and plopped down at the table next to him. And then, as she had for countless meals, Rose started eating right off of his plate. "I'm starving," she said. "Do you have any more?"