Fifth floor common room [early afternoon]

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Rilla and Jims, dressed in their Easter best, had returned from church on the mainland and were now in the common room. They (well, Rilla. Jims was only so helpful) unloaded an enormous hamper of food that Susan had sent from Ingleside. Despite Rilla being at school for three years, nothing could convince Susan that Yankees knew the first thing about cooking.

So there were hot cross buns and pies and cakes and cookies while Rilla was starting on some eggs and tea and Jims was trying to fit himself into the now-empty hamper.

Have some Easter brunch, everyone! Rilla promises not to check to see if you attended a service.

Comments

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

Tact was a thing Emily lacked now and then. "Oh, come on. Sorry for sounding like a jerk," Emily apologized, and she was moderately sincere, too; she didn't care about money, but it was needed. "Turns out me becoming an adult came with unexpected benefits, but I don't even know what I want to use that money for. Besides pizza, I guess."

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

Not helping, Emily. Noooot helping.

"If you don't know what to do with it all, maybe try to donating it to the homeless, or to saving impoverished countries or something," Maddie said. "Or, you could just stop talking about money with people you don't know. Like, period."

[reven8e.livejournal.com]

She couldn't even claim it was on purpose this time around.

"I am looking into donating," Emily said, a bit too defensively to her liking. "Alright, alright, this is a bad topic to touch, sorry. Peace? Cake?"