Dinah + Open
She'd been sticking pretty close to home recently. There were still days that she didn't believe that anything was changing at all; but she was at least mostly adjusted to the idea-- enough to change her dietary habits at least. Of course, that was easier said than done at a picnic spread like this where she was avoiding potentially undercooked and processed meats, cold salads that may or may not have been out of the fridge for a little longer than strictly necessary, and fruits and veggies that probably had been washed, but why risk it.
That's how she ended up with a snack plate of pretzels, a couple slices of watermelon and a reusable lidded cup with a straw brought up from the Manor, filled with nothing more than ice, seltzer water and some slices of lime, but that could easily pass for some kind of liquor and tonic with lime if questioned. Despite passing the eleven week mark, it was still somewhat easy to hide, since between the semi-frequent heartburn and nausea, she hadn't gained much weight yet-- which was good, since she wasn't quite ready to start telling friends and family yet, for a multitude of reasons; not the least of which being that she wasn't sure how to say it even if she wanted to. In the meantime, now that some of her energy was coming back, it was back to business as usual-- or as usual as it could be, at any rate, which was pretty unusual to begin with.