corrinesbell | 120. Rows

[Sheena got up early this morning to start preparing her backyard to be a legitimate garden this year. It feels wrong and right all at once - wrong because she still wants to believe this isn't permanent, and making a garden feels very permanent, but right because it's something to do and much better than just sitting around waiting for the next problem. With the last draft putting their food supply in danger, it felt like a good idea.

Then the skies opened up. Rain, rain, rain. In her determination to get this done, Sheena chooses to stay outside and finish at least the row she's been working on digging holes for. And she takes a spill in the mud shortly thereafter.

A muddy, wet, ticked-off ninja is speaking to the journal now.]

I don't think spring is supposed to start like this. Does it ever do anything besides rain around here anymore? What kinda garden is this gonna be if everything I try to plant in it just drowns first?

...Does anybody know what gets planted in the spring?

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[Hmm...Jennifer will have to call upon her small experience with gardening. Though...she's been without one for so long that she can't really remember much about it anymore.

...Except-]

March is a good time for peas.

...Too bad I don't really like 'em. But I guess if they'll grow and not die I could try it.

[She giggles.]

I don't really like them either. But we always had a lot of them at [pause, like she's subconsciously trying to get her thoughts together]

...home.

[is that the first time Sheena's ever heard her laugh?]

Well, d'you wanna plant some here?

[Possibly. It just means she trusts Sheena enough to relax a little.]

...It might be nice, as a memento.

I...I don't really miss England, but...it's still home.

Then go ahead and do it. I didn't finish digging up all the dirt but when I do, you can come over and pick a spot to put 'em.

...I-in your garden?

I mean...I wouldn't want to take up any space, if you don't like them.

Well you're not gonna do it in my living room. Of course I meant in the garden.

I-I know, but... [Her first instinct is to politely refuse. But...well. It is Sheena she's talking to.]

...At least let me come over and help.

Sure. ...When it stops raining.

...Shouldn't you go inside, if it's raining?

Yeah, yeah, I'm getting there.

[If Jennifer had a spine, she would insist Sheena go in now.

...But alas, she doesn't.]

...Okay.

[oh geez, don't react like that, you make Sheena feel like a bully]

I just wanted to finish the row I started.

[She doesn't mean to, it's just how she is. ;;

...Fidget.]

...You might get sick.

I'll have some soup when I get inside.

...You should use a meat broth.

Any particular reason why?

...I'd always have soup made for me when I was feeling ill.

It was a meat broth.

Well, I'll try it, then.

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