} Tanya had no idea how she ended up in here. Was this some sort of sick karma because she had criticized the art? If so, whoever made it really needed to learn a lesson in humility if criticism made them take such drastic measures. She had taken some time to look around, mostly for something else to wear so she didn’t have to wear her uniform from the war 24/7. However, the only clothes she found were ones that looked like something a child’s doll would wear, and she had no intention of ever putting something like that on. So, there she was, sitting there with an empty mug of coffee, mulling over the circumstances that led her here. She only barely registered the other girl speaking to her, but once she did, she looked over for a brief moment before staring back off into space.
“…Yes.” Was all she said in response to the girl’s question, holding out her mug towards the other as she continued to remain deep in thought.
“Aye.”
Rebecca gently took the mug, refilling it carefully before handing it back with care.
“There you go.”
The young baker took the coffee pot back over to the counter, filling up her own mug and sitting across from her fellow blonde. She quietly sipped at her caffeine in peace, figuring if the little girl wanted to talk, she wouldn’t push it.
Rebecca held up the half-full coffee pot, an offer to pour the girl a new cup. The smell of the caffeinated drink was unmistakable, but the French girl had noticed the other’s mug was empty.
I love using “my guy” and “my dude” and “kiddos” and “friend” for everything because there’s so much affection yet an unbelievable amount of sarcasm and that pretty much describes my personality
Rebecca seemed to be focusing on everything other than the fact there seemed to be cats everywhere today.
Back in the Game 
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