Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning [07/02].

[what_big_teeth]

It was such a dark, gloomy, rainy, sometimes stormy, humid day that Eleanor didn't have much motivation to do anything, but she did, she realize, sort of go into a kind of automatic mode. She'd woken up early, as if her body still felt as though it had to be ready for mass, bright and early, or else she'd face the wrath of the nuns, but there was no mass to go to. She knew there was a church on the island, of course, and considered going there just to scratch some habitual itch, but instead, she rerouted to the common room, poked around for some food for breakfast, and made herself some tea, after failing to figure out quite how to use the drip machine for coffee on the counter.

She sat at the table with a bowl of bright and colorful cereal, hunched over it and the book of poetry splayed out before her, and just sort of enjoying the quiet solitude of the morning, figuring everyone else would still be sleeping, especially with nuns to harass and harangue them toward mass, especially with the warm, gloomy, lethargic weather.

[[ but the common room is, of course, very open! ]]

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[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor shook her head a little, not in response, but just sort of marveling at what phones had become over the decades between her time and this one, and then she considered her own very mediocre breakfast.

"I think I'm okay," she tried to say, but a little rumble in her stomach with an uncomfortable twist of awareness to the vast emptiness inside tried to argue, and she frowned. "Well....if you're offering..."

She should probably have something other than sugary things for breakfast, but she really didn't know what else to have. "A muffin, maybe? Something with oats or bran or nuts?"

[scarlet_and_indigo]

"They've got one with carrots and zucchini and raisins," TJ offered. "That actually sounds pretty good." She ordered a couple. "I'll order those and some doughnuts. We'll probably get half a ton of stuff, but at least we'll know what some of it is."

[what_big_teeth]

"Carrots and zucchini and raisins?" Eleanor asked, brows lifted a little. "Well, that's probably at least healthier than..." She scooped her spoon in her bowl and tilted it so the colorful rings tumbled and splashed into her milk again, "this."

[scarlet_and_indigo]

TJ grinned. "Probably. Though I like those as a TV snack." She sent the order. "What are you reading?"

[what_big_teeth]

Eleanor lifted the book so she could show TJ with a faintly sheepish smile. "Robert Frost," she said. "I've read them all before, but there's some comfort in that."

And she did have to read something other than The Waste Land fifty more times, sometimes.

"Are you very familiar?"

[scarlet_and_indigo]

"Um. I know that one about the woods. The path less traveled. That's Frost, isn't it?"

[what_big_teeth]

"That's the one," Eleanor confirmed, with a pleased nod. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I // I took the one less traveled by // And that has made all the difference. I like that one, too, but I think I'm more of a Fire and Ice girl:

"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."

[scarlet_and_indigo]

"Oh, I've heard that one! I didn't know it was him. I don't really know much poetry." TJ went to get her coffee. "Did he write a lot? I mean, obviously enough to be famous, but that doesn't necessarily mean prolific."