WHO: Lyra, Rosario, Elaine, Little John WHEN: Sunday, Oct 31st, early afternoon WHERE: Elaine and Little John's place WHAT: Brunch, take two WARNINGS: Probably none
"Don't worry about getting lost," Johnny had said, when relaying the address to Lyra yesterday. "You'll know it when you see it."
He wasn't wrong. Nestled in the middle of a street that had clearly seen a heap of development in the last decade was a little wisteria-laden cottage, the letterbox of which matched the address on her phone. It was surrounded in garden beds heavy with fall vegetables, the space not huge, but expertly used. Winding between the beds were stepping stones which led toward the front door, the path lined with the purples, whites and greens of flowering kale and sweet alyssum. The air was scented delicately with the shrub roses that were fully in bloom, and all of it was protected by a wrought iron fence decorated with hand forged oak leaves.
In short, Elaine and Johnny's place looked like something straight outta a fairy tale.
"Huuuuuh," said Lyra, standing at the gate with her arm firmly looped through Rosario's. Between them they had a solid half an hour of brainstorming, a copious amount of notes written in Rosario's careful hand, an arrow, a book of saints, and a box of the good chocolates Jocelyn kept for making a good impression. The chocolates felt woefully inadequate as a 'thanks for saving my life and also for explaining the world' gift, but it felt wrong to turn up without something. Properly impolite.
And to be fair... the look of the cottage kinda aesthetically matched two girls on a quest with a book and an arrow and grandmother's good chocolates, but still... it was weird. A rekindling of the goosebumps kinda weird.
"Welp," Lyra said, giving Rosario's arm a squeeze as she stubbornly tried to banish the goosebumps, chin set firm like she knew what she was doing. The main thing she should've been feeling right now was anticipation for getting answers bout her own life, but that'd paled, just a little, against the need to convince Rosario she was leading them somewhere they both needed to be. "What do they say, onwards and upwards? Harder better faster stronger? Ready or not, here we come?"