Re: Marvel: Max & Ella
[Childhood hadn't left grooves that had healed like ruts in Ella: she'd grown up with a belief in something that didn't exist and when it had turned to ashes, it had done so quietly and without fanfare. The flower-shop, it didn't shout Max now but she figured it would eventually. Hell, one of the little flower fridges would probably be loaded with beer by the next time.
The list of faces and names was long: Ella's eyebrows curved high at the mention of Dylan strung onto Brandon like beads on the same piece of wire. It was a question without being a question and she didn't ask about Brandon at all.] I know about Luke and Wren: Gus and Elizabeth bonded over dogs. [Grin, and that didn't need further explanation but she sobered.]
There wasn't much call for singing back home. Just church, and I'm done with church. [She'd given up on God somewhere around Ian and she'd never picked him back up.] Insurance is better with accounting [One shoulder shrug: singing was a dream and it had been a dream long enough that folding it away was like putting up old clothes for someone else. Elizabeth dreamed of microscopes and rocks, of karate class and books. None of them (apart from the rocks) came cheap]