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May. 1st, 2013 02:47 pmPicnics are a new concept for Sarah.
The idea of having food and taking it elsewhere to enjoy without needing to rush through the meal or be concerned about what might be hunting her is new. It's new, but it's also kind of nice. She hadn't gone all out with the sandwiches; though she had cut the crusts off, the Mom in her clawing its way to the surface to do something.
There's some juice, a few cookies from the bakery, but other than that, it's a meal in a basket that she and Phil are going to enjoy in the midst of nature. That's normal. It's normal and she's going to do it and she's promised herself that she's going to give it an honest chance and won't assume it's going to fail before she even gets out there. So that's the plan. Picnicking. Normal. Usually, she's so far away from these things, she can't even name them, but not this time.
The idea of having food and taking it elsewhere to enjoy without needing to rush through the meal or be concerned about what might be hunting her is new. It's new, but it's also kind of nice. She hadn't gone all out with the sandwiches; though she had cut the crusts off, the Mom in her clawing its way to the surface to do something.
There's some juice, a few cookies from the bakery, but other than that, it's a meal in a basket that she and Phil are going to enjoy in the midst of nature. That's normal. It's normal and she's going to do it and she's promised herself that she's going to give it an honest chance and won't assume it's going to fail before she even gets out there. So that's the plan. Picnicking. Normal. Usually, she's so far away from these things, she can't even name them, but not this time.