"I think logically we've done that, you know? It's just the emotional that's taking its sweet time. Normal for Vesper now was preparation, speaking to a God that had such rules in salvation and yet asked for so much from those who followed him. But Vesper didn't mind, because she believed. And she would respect the belief or spirits -- though talk of fairies made her worry. Mostly because of the stories of the old fairies. "We manage, and I know that people have been baking sweet things long before items like vanilla were easy to get. We'll be fine." Vesper considered the dates her mind, head bowed and long dark hair veiling for a moment, "March might be the time. Early February could be a good time too."
There was a brief swell of pride, one Vesper made sure she checked with humility. She could work on the stitching, she could work on making pattern on the leather. But still, her friend was happy and warm. "I'm very glad." She listened to Melody talk about the other man, in some ways it felt alien. She never really had a connection profound enough to ... throw that much caution into the wind since the collapse. Near-to-Celebrity crush aside, Vesper didn't see... much anyone like Melody saw in Topher, "If he can make you laugh, it's really all that you need. It's the best thing when times get rough."