Re: Mayflowers: Jack & Max
[She had to laugh when he said the wilted-flower gun would backfire. A chuckle, and she tossed it on the table without any ire. His question - why flowers - wasn't surprising. She and Corvus had known each other well and long enough that he wasn't concerned with asking her anything, and she wasn't really concerned about answering anything. She wasn't aware that he thought it was a front, and but it wouldn't surprise her to know it, either.
She leaned back against the table, the edge against her lower back and her hands on the flat at her hips.] It was time to put up the gun. I figured I needed a challenge or I would go crazy, and my mother spent her life in the garden with Ella. I kill everything I touch. [She lifted her shoulders, and she chuckled at her own decisions.] As good a challenge as any, learning to conquer something I hate.
[It was blunt, for her. For the her he'd known, but seven years getting torn apart had changed her. She didn't look uncomfortable in the space. No itch to find a sniper rifle and a roof, and no flag to salute. The little girl in the backroom hummed as she worked, and Max looked down at her unimpressive clothing and the flower petals on the floor. He said she looked good. She laughed.] You have to be kidding me.