though it was originally her job –and lucy felt bad for butting in– she had insisted that olivia head home; to have a warm bath or to just relax. she would finish up inventory, get things settled for the next rations & make a list for the next run. she was almost done, too, the list was completed and tacked to the cork board in the front, & she was finishing up going through the last bit of canned fruits. simon & garfunkel is playing quietly from an old cd she’d found, so she doesn’t hear hazel come in. –& when she’s gone back to the front for a pen, she nearly jumps out of her skin. ❝ jesus, hazel! i gotta get you a bell or somethin’. ❞ a hand rests gently over her heart, the other coming up to push her hair behind her ear. ❝ i’m just about finished here, but thank you. what were you thinkin’ about for dinner? ❞
laughter bellows out from her chest at lucy’s reaction, grabbing hold of the sides of the table and swinging her feet out. her head turns to follow her movements, then around the room, studying everything. she’d offered to help out here before, but there was only so much to do, and olivia and lucy seemed to have everything handled. she laughs again, this time at what lucy has to say, and then harder at the image of actually wearing a bell around her neck. ❛ you callin’ me an animal? ❜ she’s kidding, tilting her head to the side & nodding before shrugging her shoulders up and down. ❛ nah ---i don’t really have a preference. maybe some pasta or something. i don’t even know what we’ve got at home. ❜ and for a second she stops, because for her it is so weird to say something like “ at home ” ---they have something together, and truthfully hazel never saw herself having a life like that.
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