Re: Quicklog: Sadie and Misha
Now Sadie, to say she was a bit of a delicate thing wouldn't have been wrong. It wasn't to say she wasn't resilient, the last few years had seen her mettle there be well tested, but rather that she had a heart that didn't quite fit so well inside her tiny shape. So it was that, when Misha asked the perfectly reasonable thing to ask, she got real quiet like and she just let him pick that nail polish.
"Have to make 'em for ye' sometime'n, I will." She skipped right past the question entirely, and really the whole next bit about parties in general as it was all tied to the same, but not for lack of wanting to answer him. She just...she needed to be doing something first. So she let it be for a moment more, letting Misha go on about the books. She settled into the sound of his voice, fixated on the words, while the rest of her worked on autopilot to fish out the things she'd need to make cookies. She didn't have much in the ways of things in her kitchen yet, but Grandma had taught her the importance of always having the fixings on hand to make a proper chocolate chip cookie.
Oddly enough, for just such a reason as what had come up with Misha's question.
She mulled through it, in the back of her mind like, when Misha went on to turn down her offer of money. She wasn't none surprised by that. Real nice Misha was, a good friend, and...well, to look on it another way, Sadie looked on him like he was kin, she did. Family'd always been big to her, always, and she'd been finding pieces of it since setting her feet down here. Pieces that, when she really looked at it, might never come about save for that first time she went fiddling with Misha. She'da never met Nish probably, and like a Sister she was now, and so...
She sighed gently as she folded the ingredients into a small bowl and began mixing everything together in the dough.
"Don't know me folks." It was matter of fact and not sad like, this part. "Adopted I was. Real nice folks like, they were." Which was true enough and she said it real easy. "But...but yeah. 'Couple years back now. Mum and Grandma to an accident. Da' to the bottle and a bad temper 'bout a year after that." Which, well, that was the part there was no easy or happy way to say. Sharing it though, it felt the right thing to do then. It was part of building the relationships she wanted to have with people, the relationships she missed so very much, and that unfortunately meant Sadie had to be vulnerable.
Truth told, she didn't worry about that a lick with Misha, which maybe was why she carried on some then.
"Stayed with my Grandma'ma a lot." Which she was certain she'd mentioned, as she mentioned it to just about anyone she sat down with for more than an hour. "She's the one who taught me cookies." Because that, at least, was a bit of a balm, a warmer thing to think on.
"She's also the one who taught me about dinner parties. Kinda fancy she was sometimes. She'd have me play somethin' for people when the eating was all done. Sometimes though it wouldn't be nothing fancy at all, just some of her more country folk who'd come 'roun' and we'd all get to playin' in the backyard." These were coveted memories being shared as Sadie carefully rolled out a series of four cookies onto a sheet and set the oven to preheat.
"But, yes, please." She made sure to make it a request just then, even though Misha had just offered. She knew her feelings were running amok and that was the time that required extra care put into words. She had to tone down the accent some, to enunciate clearly. "I'd love all of the above — workin' with you I mean — really I would." She sat opposite him, picking out a green for herself to start doing her own nails with while she waited for the oven to beep.