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[wheatencrown]

Demeter is not made for destruction and thus left Milliways before the worst, it hurt too much to feel everything coming apart. Each day she has checked her potting shed for a door and when one appears, she walks through and breathes in life again.

Then she quickly turns around before returning with a basket piled high with loaves of bread that have been twisted and braided.

She sets the basket down and sits where she can look outside as soon she will go there and help to heal the ground. For now, she wants to feed and connect with everyone she can.

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[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Demeter," Teja says, turning up slightly grimy, with Count and Myrrh following him.

Of course, Count has told the little black cat of his deeds, and she him of hers in Gotland, and then they agreed to hold their human to his words of 'not enough cream and tuna in the world'.

So the cats take care to follow him not everywhere, but whenever he goes inside.

[wheatencrown]

She stands up and hugs him tightly, "Hello, Teja."

[ostro_goth]

He returns the embrace.

"We are alive!" he murmurs into her hair. "We are still here; the middle has held up, and we all stood as one."

[wheatencrown]

"Good, I hoped you would and you did."

[ostro_goth]

"Many of those that are truly alive in their worlds, had been sent to safety," Teja says. "It was more important they should stay alive. But of those that fought and risked their lives for this place, there were common living men as well."

[wheatencrown]

"But life has found a way," She kisses his cheek and finally releases him.

[ostro_goth]

"It has," Teja says, "in a great silent wave of invisible white light -- I have no other words for what I saw."

Pause.

"I think the bar is not working yet, but may I pour you some wine, my friend, for meeting again at the other side of the end of all things?"

[claudiometer]

"--oh man, fresh bread sounds awesome right now."
So says Claudia, having caught the smell in the middle of her Tesla project. (Proof of concept shouldn't take her long, and then she can put it on hold for the sound system.)

[wheatencrown]

"I thought it might be enjoyed. Please have some,"

Demeter gestures to a nearby seat and offers Claudia her pick of loaves.

[claudiometer]

Claudia grabs one. "Thanks. I probably should've stopped for lunch a while ago, but I got busy."
Occupational hazard, really.

[wheatencrown]

"It tends to happen when there's much to do. What are you working on? Would you like anything with your bread?"

[claudiometer]

She shakes her head and just tears a chunk off the bread as is. Bread can be plenty nomful without anything on it, after all.
"A proof of concept, right now," she says. "I think I figured out how to get these to recharge themselves instead of running out of power after the first shot. It'll be easier to sell my boss on it if I just go ahead and do one, so I'm doing that, and then tackling the sound system here."

[wheatencrown]

"You're an inventor? That sounds like something your boss should appreciate."

[onabirdswing]

Rue looks at the bread longingly, trying not to drool. She's heard through scuttlebutt in the bar that Bar is working again, but she doesn't want to make too much work for her.

"Are those for anybody?"

[wheatencrown]

"Yes, they are. I tried to bring enough for everyone,"

She moves the basket slightly towards Rue.

[onabirdswing]

Smiling a little, Rue reaches out and takes a loaf from the top of the pile. "Thank you."

[wheatencrown]

"You're quite welcome, my dear. Do you want anything with your bread?"

There might not be any butter or jam on view but Demeter can get some in a moment.

[onabirdswing]

"Is there anything?"

Some jam would be nice, but Rue's not going to push if neither Bar or the kitchen are running up to full speed yet.

[wheatencrown]

From just behind the basket, Demeter brings out a plate with various jams, all from her garden, butter and honey,

"Yes, there is. You'll have to tell me which one you like best as they're all from my garden and orchard."

[hey35andholding]

Clementine smells good, warm bread, and it's just enough to draw her closer to Dem.

"What kind is it?"

...Ain't this familiar?

[wheatencrown]

"A special kind from Greece, my dear. Would you like some? There's more than enough."

[hey35andholding]

"Sure!" Clementine is starved, and it smells incredibly good - she leans over the basket and takes a whiff while she sits down. "You're Greek?"

[wheatencrown]

"Yes, dear, I am. What's your name?" She reminds Demeter of a confused and frightened animal.

[hey35andholding]

She thinks she's putting up a good front. 'Thinks' is the operative word. "Clementine," she says, because the nice lady's offering her food.

[wheatencrown]

Demeter nods, she can see the older Clementine in this girl,

"I'm Demeter. Do you want anything with your bread?"