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[OOM-but-not: Five days.]

Meg comes downstairs this evening, knitting bag in hand, considers for a moment, and then selects a comfortable chair not far from the fireplace.

She's working this evening on another scarf, this one a dark purple, worked in cables. It's a complicated pattern, which is good, as it leaves her mind with very little room to think about anything else.

She would not be adverse to company, so long as you don't mind catching her at a good stopping point.

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"Sometimes," Meg says. "It makes it more likely you'll see them when they come in, instead of both having to arrive at the same time."

Beat.

Still without looking back, "Do you stay here for very long?"

"Not often," Meg says, easily. "I usually just stay a few hours."

Elle looks over again.

After a pause, she suggests, "Sometimes the Door isn't very convenient."

"No, sometimes, it's not. Coming or going."

But sometimes it is.

She stays silent for another long moment.

Then, for no obvious reason, she asks, "Do you need that/"

Meg blinks.

"Need what?"

Elle nods toward the scarf.

It may be a very roundabout way of asking why someone knits a scarf.

"Oh."

Meg looks down at it.

"No," she says. "But I find it very . . . helpful, sometimes, to knit. It can be soothing. At least for me. Something about the repetion and the pattern. And things always find homes when I'm done."

Beat.

"So you don't... need to do it," Elle says slowly, with the tone of someone who merely seems to be trying to follow a complicated math equation.

"No," Meg says. "But it's something I enjoy."

And it's something she finds very settling when everything else is as unsettling is everything else is right now.

"And sometimes it helps me clear my head."

Her mind idly goes to Castiel and the cranes, which might be why she asks, "What do you do with them?"

"A lot of them become gifts."

She reaches into her knitting bag and produces a simple blue scarf with a fringe on the ends.

"Would you like one?"

It takes more than a minute for Elle to stop being completely caught off-guard by that question.

And even then, her expression doesn't get any less confused, like there's some obvious answer to this, but she can't work out what it is.

Meg waits, and eventually she smiles slightly.

"You're welcome to take it if you would like to, or if it's something you can use. And if it's not, well, it won't hurt my feelings."

Finally, Elle's eyes drop, and she only mumbles (not unlike a shy child), "You don't have to."

"I know," Meg says.

"But I want to.

"I like for people to have them."

Elle gives a small shrug, and eventually -

"Okay."

She still seems rather convinced this will somehow be the wrong thing to say.

Meg holds the scarf out.

"I hope you'll enjoy it."

She takes the scarf, her uncertainty not particularly abated.

After folding it over in her hands a couple of times, she observes in a detached sort of voice, "X likes this color."

"I do, too."

Beat.

"Do you?"

The answer isn't automatic, though only because she seems to actually consider the question.

"Yeah."

And then, like she's just remembered- "Thanks."

"You're very welcome, Elle."

[ooc: Maybe fade it there?]

[OOC: Works for me! Thanks for the thread!]

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