Re: Kitchen: Hugh & Hannah
She gave him a fondly exasperated look. "I think you have to find balance. I think maybe Hugh isn't really, really good at balance," she told him, nose scrunched as she considered. And maybe it wasn't realistic, and maybe it was all a dream, but she was okay with that. And sometimes what people were so sure were dreams or nightmares, they weren't those things at all, but that was okay, and she wasn't going to tell anyone that, not right now. It was late, and reality and not mixed and melded and danced in the kitchen and amid Audrey's lovingly baked goods. "You can find your companion as you go, but don't be too long without one," she recommended. "Being alone isn't for you," she asserted, as if he was a book she'd read from start to finish and knew word for word.
But, here, she slipped off the counter, and she offered him a hug. He had just finished talking about cameras, about pictures, about things and things, and her be'socked feet touched the floor lightly and on tiptoes. Hug, and she let him go.
"Okay, promise. You'll come, and I'll meet your Zee, and you'll take pictures and pictures," she told him, and she nodded her head, as if that punctuation made it so, and she smiled warmly at him as she stepped away from him. "Now, go find Audrey and dance her around the room. I'll bet she's hiding away, and she'll be glad of a friendly face." She tapped his face with her fingers. "Go, go, twirl her in a circle," she said fondly. "And thank you for being with me a little."