Gracie's place with Nan Schaefer @nanxschaefer
Even though she'd tried dealing with it in numerous ways over the years, the only thing that ever soothed her anxiety was something tangible. Facts to fight off whatever narrative her mind created. So often the only antidote she had to worrying about someone was seeing them and while she'd check in on Nan after the fires it wasn't enough to put her mind at rest. Spending time in her company would likely be the only thing that took the edge off and she knew she could use the distraction so could only imagine how it'd feel for someone who'd been in one of the burning buildings. "Okay so, here begins the first ever pie tasting evening." Hand moved over the table to gesture to the four boxes all containing a generous slice of pie. "This week it's cherry and I went to the four best places according to the internet. So, let's see if they can be trusted." Light laughter bubbled up before she held out a fork in one hand and a spoon in the other. "Choose your weapon." There was a hope that it was the kind of night that would take Nan's mind off everything as well as her own. Or if not, she could think of few better ways to talk about their worries than over slices of pie.
