I'm not a hardship. I'm awesome.

There had still been no way to contact Fandom today, so Kate was trying to keep busy and distracted. Somehow, that meant keeping her brother busy too: after coming home from school he'd been enlisted to dig out her old box of little porcelain figurines and assorted other trinkets from the garage, while she'd gone on a little search of her own through the house.

And now they had it all ready and assembled on her bed, where they were casually sitting on either side of the pile of knick-knacks, him in his vest, her in her costume with a feather duster in hand. She'd spent an hour digging through several closets just to find it.

( How do we even have that? I mean, isn't that Alice's? And what on Earth could you possibly need it for? )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay! Most of the dialogue lifted once again from USoT S02E08, because I'm seriously just hacking this ep up into itty bitty pieces that aren't even in the same order they were in originally.]

Friday had been pretty spectacularly bad, and the less said about it the better. Saturday, Kate had just laid low and recuperated. And today, today was just one of those days she had to get off the island. It was just a necessity, being outside in the normal world. Not getting yelled at by vampires, not singing things that were better kept silent.

So she'd come here, to this ice cream place. She'd been happy here once, months and months ago, flirting and drawing out some of the very first of those blushes she'd later come to love so much. This was a good, non-crazy place to be spending a Sunday afternoon in.

She had a big bowl of ice cream and her laptop in front of her, and was currently busying herself with following some of Knatasha Knightblade's advice from a few weeks ago by setting up an Amoozoo wishlist for Princess Valhalla Hawkwind.

Picking out things she wanted was like therapy. She'd be here a while.

[ooc: NFB due to being off-island, but open for calls/texts/randomly finding her here.]