Re: Kitchen: Hugh & Hannah
She tipped her head to the side and considered his story, his tale, and she regarded him with that intense, intense look she always got on her face when she was thinking particularly hard about something. "I think you could be a traveler," she finally said, and maybe it seemed like she was only curling her fingers around the tiniest detail in all the things he said, but she could see him traveling, meeting new people, seeing beautiful and exciting places, but not alone. "But you need a companion to go with you. You'd get lonely otherwise," she surmised. And maybe that was a comment about Zee, too, but she didn't clarify it really. She left it there and with a smile that boasted secrets unspoken. "You shouldn't run away from everything again," she concluded.
"You're Meryl," she told him. She hadn't seen the movie, and she'd only read the book, but it wasn't very hard to assume the woman he mentioned played the female, and she nodded her head. "And maybe there can be something other than bridges in your version." She thought, glancing around as if the kitchen could offer some sage advice about what Repose could be known for in a decade. "Maybe romantically abandoned houses in the wood," she finally decided, and she'd walked past so many of them when Rory was still living here. She nodded. "Old houses can be romantic," she decided. "They're all alive, and they have hearts that beat and everything. Just find a nice one to take pictures of." Which reminded her. "Oh, but you need to learn to take pictures." A nod, because that was important.