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[a shaky moment as George readies the camera to catch her on the video, technology like this is unheard of in 2003]

So, uh. I've been told that I should get out more. Meet people. I'm not any good at that, so you're just gonna have to--bear with me as I figure this shit out. But I guess I've gotta bite the bullet sometime, right?

[she looks off camera and flushes slightly out of a combination of nerves and embarrassment]

Anyway, I'm George. I'm newish. I have--no fucking idea what I'm doing here. Does anyone? If you do, could you please fill me in.

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[ He's very nice! Just ignore Seel. ]

We can finish here and go straight back to my house. Now, which of these is the tomato plant?

[ Back to the lesson! ]

[she's planning to]

That works. And, um. . . that one? [points to the correct plant]

Right. Okay, I'm setting you free to weed. We can finish this quickly with both of us working.

[nods and looks vaguely surprised with herself that she's enjoying this]

Okay. Start over there? [points to a place in one corner of the garden]

Sure. We'll meet in the middle. Can I trust you to pick anything that looks ready?

Yeah. Yeah, sure. I can do that.

[ Go on, then, get to work. He shoos her off and starts on his section of the garden, working towards the center, moving with the skill of having farmed most of his life. When they meet again he opens his bag for her to put the vegetables she's harvested in. ]

How are you liking it? It's something to do that pays off later, right?

[she's a lot slower and more careful as she's never done this before. she thinks she has it right with the tomatoes, though. she eyes Pell from time to time as though she's confused that this stranger is being so nice to her. she's not used to anyone being genuinely nice to her, aside from Delores]

It's cool. [she surprises herself by saying] D'you do this every day?

Every few days. I work at the clinic most of the time... and I used to go by the sewing shop a lot but the girl who ran it left and.

[ He glances away; he misses his friend. A lot. ]

Maybe we'll stop by sometime, get you clothes that fit right.

Oh, you work at the clinic, too? Do you know Will?

[seems to think twice about asking about his friend. she's learned some small measure of tact]

[tentatively] Yeah, I could use some new clothes. I kind of--don't have anything aside from this.

I do... there aren't many of us who work there full time. He's nice.

[ Job done here, he starts to lead George back towards the house. When she mentions she doesn't have any other clothes he blinks. They just got her dirty. Sorry, honey. ]

Okay, we're definitely fixing that, then.

Yeah, he is. Kinda bossy, though. And he's younger than me, so that shouldn't work.

[she's gotten worse on her clothing than a little dirt. like blood!

How will I pay for the clothes?

I don't react well to bossy, it's probably good he hasn't tried that on me.

[ Pell grins at her question, shaking his head. ]

We don't pay here... at most we barter. You can get the shop a new bolt of fabric in exchange for telling Delight a happy memory?

Yeah, probably. He's too good at it for a kid his age.

[Okay, that brings George up short]

--what if I don't have many of those?

Nothing at all?

Well. I mean, I was dead until pretty recently and that wasn't a walk in the park. Aaaaand, I spent most of my life sort of. Avoiding people and experiences.

It doesn't have to be something big. But if you really can't come up with anything, I'll do it.

[ Because it's very sad if she doesn't have even one memory. ]

[thinks about it a moment. then another moment]

Wait. I might have something. It's not much, but it's gotta be better than nothing, right?

By definition, something is definitely better than nothing. [ Teasing her just a little. His smile is genuine, though. ] She'll take any memory that makes you happy.

[ And they're just about to his house -- Pell leads her up to a two story home with the lights on and a red medical cross painted on the front door. A sign that help can be found within. ]

Home sweet home. After you.

[flushes a little at the teasing] Well. It's small. Probably wouldn't mean much to most people. But it should be enough.

[eyes the house from top to bottom] Nice house.

They're all about the same, but thanks. My best friend fixed it up a good bit while he was here.

[ In they go! ]

Cal? [ He calls out for his partner, setting the bag of vegetables on the kitchen table. ] He should be home.

[looking around herself as she goes inside]

[trails along behind Pell] Yeah? Is he gonna be cool with having company on a possibly permanent basis?

He's generally 'cool' with whatever I want, honestly.

Damn. Lucky you.

I've only ever had one guy like me and that ended--badly.

[Cal all but appears from nowhere in a doorway, arms folded over his chest, when he hears his name, and he pauses for a moment with a raised eyebrow to take in what he's seeing.

Of course he'd dragged in another stray.. Did he know everyone?]

Another friend?

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