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Claudia Donovan (clauds) wrote in makebelievelog,

Claudia didn't really say anything about the author in H.G. or her wishes about it. The simple fact was that Claudia didn't know what to say about it. Claudia didn't know what H.G.'s opinion of herself was or that James' temporary death had undone significant progress in relation to it. Really, Claudia didn't even know James outside of passing glances on the network and so forth. She knew that his death had been upsetting for H.G., of course, but not how much. She didn't know H.G.'s problems with Christina in-depth either, outside of the TV show and what she had gathered in passing. It wasn't exactly a topic that seemed good to bring up, because why would H.G. want to talk about it? Claudia couldn't imagine the pain of losing a child or what it would do to a mind, but she also knew that H.G. wasn't a serial killer or anything like that. She liked having H.G. around and considered her part of the weirdness that was her extended family.

"Okay, lunch. Hmm." Claudia paused and pondered, then a hint of a devious glint came into her eye. "Down this way. I know exactly what I want."

Claudia lead H.G. to a barbecue place. Yes, she had deliberately picked somewhere with food that was meant to be eaten with hands and be messy. She wanted to see how the prim and proper H.G. would handle such a thing. Would H.G. poke at the food with a fork and try to eat it with proper table manners? Claudia suspected as much, but she still figured this might be amusing.

"And if we pass a shoe store, we might have to stop in if this next place is too far off. Or craft store so I can get some paint for my new shoes."