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You know what was really a must have on Rit days?
A slow cooker.
It just made everything easier. Especially since. Still taking a day to Rit.
(totally gotta do something about that.)
So. Rit Days.
Wake up. Food prep. Pop prepped foods in. Gets water, snacks. Do a potty brake and then get to Riting.
Because it was a Thing and one had to Do It.
....she should Mind.
Maybe then her inefective water gunning would actually would on the private dick. And, you know, the rest of the Consilium at large.
Wonder how Sand's gonna take getting pew, pew'd in the face?
Head Shake. Thoughts. Bad. Well not bad, but not helping.
So. Sitting. Ritting.
Weft, weave. Notes, song.
Pattern, familiar and comforting.
Glyph work expanding swiftly, effortlessly as she flexes her will, High notes carrying her forward. In a blink of an eye, or maybe longer, since. Eyes closed. Her Fate woven security blanket hugs her shoulders (and the rest of her) like it was meant to be there, and hell. It totally was. Since. Fate.
....maybe after she pees she'll have a better Fate joke slash pun. But maybe not, since. Have'ta get to the second Rit this unicorn needs to do.
But seriously the smells coming from her awesomely awesome slow cooker idea were a little distracting. Distracting enough that Tuesday didn't give her snacks a nibble. The water was drunk because, hours, and singing. But yeah. Thoughts on the foods that was still a couple hours from done.
Which didn't help her feel less hungry.
But. Back to the important things. Like the Sight Rit she was putting off in favor of fantasizing about the going to turn into pulled pork sammiches in the kitchen.
So. Notes. Song. But still the Weft, Weave. Patterns the same but different because this wasn't the same, even if it was similar. Maybe it was that epiphany that lets lattice lenses of Fate to slip into place, without Tuesday having to brake and get her sammich, and try again tomorrow.
But yeah. Hungry unicorn, but one who wast at least watered. Which, of course lead to another potty brake. Since. Human. And ended with her eyeballing the slow cooker as it slowly cooked the soon to be awesomeness kept inside.
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