"Not a fan of the laugh of expense?" She couldn't say she much blamed him and the question was delivered with a mrithful and rhetorical tone. "Could be wise to go keeping watch then, thems that like it least are the favorite marks." Index finger was given to wave between sliding over and sipping at her hot chocolate. "Smart on you though, stickin' to the fair lot, but I hear just as many stories there too. Jus' keep yer eyes open for things too good to be true. That's how you know trouble's right on your heels itisitis." Kentucky mountains blended easily with the foothills and Lochs of the countryside where she'd been reared from child to person, but smiles were ever constant as she finished the thought. she never relaxed much more than this, least not as a rule, but she was much more content to focus on the talk of stories and the nature of passing them along.
"Well, s'what makes books better'n yeah? Never met many folks who flap jaws about what they saw on the tele." Then again, Sadie hadn't exactly populated her life with the most 'normal' of people. If she'd thought about, probably more than half were like her and didn't even think to own a T.V. Sadie missed rainy afternoons with it, watching movies with her siblings under the blankets on the couch, but that was about the extent. "Might do with looking at this Buffy thing." She added at the end, only because he'd mentioned it, but realized quickly thereafter how much that hinged on her life remaining as it was now.
What a life it would be if she lived somewhere long enough to even consider owning such a thing. The thought made me smile more, gave her a foothold in just the feeling she'd been looking to bring out in herself, and settled her down into that seat across from Ezra like it was made just for her. The fact that he too hadn't been here very long, well that was the sprinkles on her cupcake.
"Only been here a few months myself. Kinda been roaming the country like for the last few years, trying to see more of it, y'know?" It wasn't the truth, but that was not a story for first meetings — or even. Even Nish, the closest Sadie had come to having a 'friend', she hadn't shared that with and the thoughts of why drove her back to that sweet drink with a need for a moment of quiet. "Like it well enough though, not too many towns like it from my place of sittin'." For as much as the previous statement had been a lie of omission, this one had all the truth of a Sunday Church Bell to it.
Repose had been the unexpected rainbow after a year of storms and little sun. In it she'd found consistency, shelter, a sense of being able to put her feet up, her head down on soft pillows, and too see herself full on more than just food. She had steady work. She was meeting people, having conversations in coffee shops with strangers just like Ezra, and was managing to feel more and more like a person again by the day. Maybe her Da' had been right, maybe there was something wrong with her, but days like today made it easy for Sadie to forget such things had ever been said.
"I need to get out and see more of it." Her eyes flitted toward the window and to the cold outside that was February anywhere in the northern part of the world. "Reckon it is not the right time for that though." More optimism slipped in, a hope that she'd still be here when the spring thaw gave way to summer.