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pinkandyellow (pinkandyellow) wrote in silverage,

Rose suddenly longed for the tea she had given away or at least a cuppa of her own. There was something about having a warm cup to wrap her hands around that she found comforting. Maybe it was just because it gave her something to keep her fingers occupied, but more so she thought it had to do with the fact that tea reminded her of home. Tea was her mother's answer to everything, after all. Have a cold? Then have a cup of tea. Met the Prime Minister? Time for tea. Survived an explosion? Here's a cuppa. She supposed there were worse habits to pick up, but she could feel herself falling into another mood. Now wasn't the time for it.

“Like I said earlier,” she said carefully and after a long moment, “it's not all bad. The banks have been pretty good 'bout exchanges if you've got money. I think people mentioned selling silver and gold as well.” She was half-tempted to offer some money of her own. Having the TARDIS around meant money wasn't as tight as it had been when she was paying for all the expenses on her own. Still, Homura didn't strike her as the type that would appreciate hand outs and so Rose kept her wallet where it was. “Then there's the Welcome Center. It's free for 'bout four weeks or so. People always seem to find somethin' before then though.”

That seemed to cover it. Mostly. Things were a lot more organized than when she arrived. The only thing that worried Rose was Homura's age. That might end up being a problem. “And if you have trouble, you can always come find me. Just ask for me on the bulletin. You'll know 'em when you see it. They're all over the city.” She straightened in her seat. “If you want, I can show you to the Welcome Center. It's on my way so it won't be any trouble.”