Re: Quicklog: Pesha/Destiny
[Inside the caravan, it was warm. Fever warm compared to the outside world, justification for the green track shorts that Destiny walked through the living room in on her way to the front door. She gave the intruder a wink while scooping the little dog out of the way with a hand and a brief kneel. The dog was all excited yips and bounding jumps, sniffing excitedly at Pesha as the boy made entry.
The little television was on, and Wyatt was watching Frozen alongside Hamlet, and the pair were sharing intermittent bites of mashed sweet potato(&honey) from a spoon.] Wyatt, look who is here. [And the little boy perked up immediately, giving the entire bowl of sweet potato to the pig in exchange for hopping off of the couch's ledge and making for Pesha with a wobbly run and arms outstretched for a hug.] Will you watch him while I finish with dinner? [She backpedaled quickly toward the kitchen where soup was threatening to bowl over in its pot on the tiny stovetop.]
And I never made a meatloaf surprise. [Although the words sounded uncertain, as if aware of the fact that she might have once made a dish that could have earned the title of both a meat loaf and a surprise . Destiny didn't claim to be a particularly gifted cook, she tended to make things up as she went along, searching for a flavor profile that reminded her of Romania while using dollar store ingredients like packaged noodle soups and dented cans of vegetables. Right now, she was squeezing a lemon into a pot of simmering chicken noodle soup.
The little trailer smelled like that, the kind of homey that could be bought out of a tin can, stacked alongside old world authentic. There was frankincense burning on the windowsill beside some herbs strung up to dry.]