@waterfallswords dani x bea - gas station somewhere in canada
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The diner clings to the gas station like a forgotten memory, the weathered building bearing the scars of time's relentless march. Dani can sense how the interior would once be inviting. Bright yellow walls now tainted, torn, broken. It was family owned, she decided quickly. Pictures and pictures on the wall denoting family recipes passed down generations. Where are they all now? She backs away from the frames that caught her attention, gaze drifting to find her sister disappearing through the door that leads to a kitchen. She's not far behind. Never far behind. "I guess taking some pots would be good. We could actually cook something on a fire." Dani notes, grabbing a pan scattered across a surface and stuffing it into her backpack. "When we find something fresh enough to cook." her words add in a mutter and then a laugh. "Can any of us hunt?" the small group they've joined is a mix match, and Dani is certain that Beatriz has become their unofficial mother. "The motel. Just back there?" she gestures with a nod, referring to the fence surrounding the parking lot and the worn sign indicating a place they could rest from the cold. "Maybe it is not so bad inside. No rat shit or anything." Dani suggests, shrugging while she moves to some cupboards to look for anything else worth taking.