Evangeline Sablier is not broken, but please (handlewithcare) wrote in rooms,
[She nodded at him] My pleasure.
[She looked out the window at the sunshine and regarded his statement for a long moment. But she nodded anyway. There was no use in trying to explain it, so she just blurted it right out.] So far I think my moods can control the weather. So, sorry for the mood swings in advance. I made it snow in the Gatsby door. [Sigh]