[ a stove is all she needs. isabella is already preparing the pot pie, at ease in the small space. she had weaseled herself back into sophie's life a few days after she showed up in blackwell and this was like her second home. her first home, really, since her actually home wasn't very home-y at the moment. ]

Dad and I are on barely talking terms at the moment. Madison's on her kick with trying to get me fired again so I think it's his way of trying to pretend he's on her side. [ there's a shrug. ] Don't get into the popcorn or anything yet, I don't want you to get full on junk.