How About Pie? (open)

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Kit had been quite angry. Six months ago! Now she was a strong, independent woman who didn’t need jack squat. So here she was in a little garden she’d made herself at the edge of the forest. She had her hands dug deep in the dirt in front of where she sat, urging the ground to yield one more harvest. So far, so good. Green vines were curling up from the ground with big, broad leaves popping out as if in a time lapse. Flowers bloomed here and there, enjoying the spot of sunshine she’d picked just for them. A light breeze blew. She wished her mom were here. That would be fun. A lot of the gods had started visiting their kids after the lift of the ban. Ceres, however, apparently didn’t give a crap.

Who cared though. Kit didn’t need her mom. She didn’t need Kenshin if he was just going to-… to-… to do whatever the heck he’d been doing all summer. She didn’t need Hydee either. None of them! The plant twitched as her anger swelled, the flowers starting to droop as her power poured into it. She wasn’t alarmed, though. They were supposed to droop. The blooms fell off onto the ground in withered heaps like silk. Then the tiniest balls started growing where they’d been. Bright green, darkening, darkening as they grew. At this point there were about the size of a tennis ball. She kept urging them on. The sunlight gleamed on the November harvest coming to life right here.

They didn’t look a thing like it, but they would. For she was going to make the freshest pumpkin pie ever known to man. And most likely it would just be for her. So be it.

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that's the thing about l i f e  it goes on Four months and eleven days. That's how long it had been since Felicity Weingarten-Stone had died. To some extent, it felt like just another one of their dissapearing acts. She had covered her tracks well before, so this could be yet another one of her ruses. He didn't know what to think anymore. All he knew was that she wasn't here anymore. And so it goes. Stupid idiot she was... had to one up him. Still, even with half his brain saying she was going to come back, there was always a nagging sense that she was truly gone. Of course, he had no idea which side to listen to, so he usually tried to drown them both out with spars and work. This just gave him an opportunity to further distract him, so he did what he had said he would do nearly two years ago: he enrolled in the Academia. Probably anyone could guess what he decided to go into: physics and engineering. But now, it was break time. Hey, at least he had a strict schedule to keep him busy. No down time to really think about anything that could move him down into a slump. Of course, there was the night time, but that was a different matter... he fit right into the college stereotype. No sleep. Although he had arguably gotten that down pat the first day he stepped into the Legion. Walking back from the forge, Ed saw a figure hunched over something near the Field of Mars. There always seemed to be someone there. Last time it was a lar looking after a tree. Edmund approached the red head and peered around her shoulder, watching her grow a plant. Ceres children had always amazed him: to be able to grow something. To give it life. Quite the opposite of what Edmund did. "What're you growing?" he asked curiously.  COMMENTARIUM: Edmund/Ellie liiiiiiives VERBA: 315

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Kit was so absorbed in her growing, she didn't notice anyone approaching. To give her credit, there was the fact that pumpkins were slow-growers, and thus took more help to speed up. Growing, say, soybeans, now that was easier. The things grew so nicely. Not saying her wonderful little pumpkins weren't doing the same at the moment. It just took more out of her and a lot more concentration.

Actually the only thing alerting her that someone was that close was the hint of a shadow. She looked up just as he spoke. Oh yes, she knew him well enough. Who didn't? He was a traitor to Saturn and had somehow - to the chagrin of many - gotten off fine. If Kit were in charge, things would be different. But there was a plus to his staying. From what she heard, he was a godfather now. Had been for a while. If he'd been entrusted with that, either the parents were stupid, or he had changed. Seeing as she did not know who the parents were, she would use this encounter to-be the judge of what was going on in the case if Mr. Edmund Simon's.

"Hello, Mr. Simon's. She wasn't sure how well her neutral attempt was coming across, but she was trying. "A seasonal favorite, of course. Wait one moment and I'm sure you can tell what." She went back to focusing on the plant and within roughly one whole minute, the first one became recognizable as a plump, orange pumpkin with curly-que vines and broad leaves. Another was in some odd color transition between green and orange. The third was still green. She smirked up at Ed. "Do you need a lifeline?" she asked in a joking voice. Yes, she wanted this meeting to be neutral, so there was to be no mean words. Well, as long as she could help it.

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that's the thing about l i f e it goes on Two years and almost ten months. That's how long it had been since Edmund made his offering to Trivia and left to join Saturn. A lot had changed since then. He had fought in a third war, he had gotten off the hook in his trial. Was he about to tell them (any of them) that he had left to spy? Haha, good joke, good joke, no. Not like anyone would believe him, and he didn't blame them. Besides, it would only look like he was trying to get sympathy, get off the hook, or trying to put himself on a pedestal. All three were very far away from what he wanted. The trial was long past and gone. Being the sicko he was, he liked it better that people didn't know. Operate in the background. Anonymous. That was more his style. It would've just been weird. To this day, perhaps only Josh was the one who knew what Ed had done. If Rhia had any suspicions, especially after he came home drunk, she hadn't ever shared them with him. He almost felt as if he paid for everything he had done while captured by the government, but that was a false thought. No, he'd never quite be able to make up for anything. It was fine with him. He had grown used to the staring, whispers, death threats. They were to be expected. Sometimes, a part of him still wished he had gotten executed after the trial, killed in the war, or by the government. It was more the part that kept telling him that he didn't deserve to be alive when so many other faithful soldiers had died. And that... that was something he couldn't argue with. Ed blinked, slightly taken aback by the formality. What the heck? Mr. Simons was his father. His very dead father at that. Too morbid of a joke to make? Probably. "Uh, Simons is fine..." Besides the infamy that came with being infamous, there came a downside. Lots of people knew him by sight and name (quite easy to do once you're put on trial for the whole Legion to see), but he didn't know everyone who approached him. Turned how he lucked out this time: Albright, Margaret; better known as Kit; daughter of Ceres; first cohort. Hey, Ed may have been oblivious, but at least he knew people in his cohort. Ex-cohort. A life line? Well, that offer came a few years too late. Seasonal favorite... He watched the plant take shape, and then it hit him. "Pumpkin?" VERBA: 423

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Kit looked up at him, wondering why he seemed so surprised at her knowing who he was. He clarified that there ought to be no Mr, so who was she to argue. “Sure thing, Simons.” She went back to work, a vine twisting around her wrist. Some would think the thing creepy to do that, but she could feel the happiness of the plant and this little gesture was thanking her. She stroked one of the broad leaves. “Don’t you worry, I’ll ensure your seeds find healthy homes,” she spoke softly to the plant. She wasn’t positive it could hear or understand her, but she was sure at least it would like the extra carbon dioxide crossing its leaf.

Then there grew the first one, big and orange. He guessed it correctly and she grinned. “How good at sneaking into the kitchens and cooking stuff are you?” She continued working with the plants until all through pumpkins looked like respectable pumpkins. Out of respect for the plants, her charges, she did not cut them. She held them just above the pumpkin stalk and encouraged the plant. It was hard to describe what happened, but a moment later the pumpkin came free, not with a cut vine, but a twisted-to-nothing one. She did this to the other two as well. Soon she had a small group of pumpkins ready to go.

“I get two, you get one. Careful now.” She stood and didn’t bother to dust the dirt off her pants or hands. She liked dirty nails. “To the kitchen, Simons!” She started marching under the weight of two pumpkins the size of her head. She would make crafty bowls out of the shells, use the innards for pie, and sift out the seeds to complete the promise she had made to the plant.

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that's the thing about l i f e  it goes on Given that she was his ex-cohort mate and his resume of infamous stunts (including being a convicted traitor... did he forget to mention that?) he should have been used to this by now. Not that he really blamed anyone that held a grudge against him. Heck, he held a grudge against him! He gave a slight smirk. "Better." He tilted his head in fascination. He used to watch some guy with a staff he had made him fawn over a tree near the Field of Mars. After the war, he never saw him by that tree again. He could only assume the worst. At least that tree had stayed, although he wondered if Redpath or Stone would have it chopped or anything if the root system started to disrupt the Field. He raised his eyebrows slightly, as she started talking to the plant. Some Ceres could talk to plants? A moment later, he berated himself. He spoke to metal all the time, and he knew it couldn't, didn't, and never would be able to understand him. He spoke to himself all the time. Speaking to inanimate objects happened all the time in the Legion.  "Sneaking, fine." Josh had rubbed off on him, for better or for worse. "Cooking..." he rubbed his neck slightly. "I still have a bit of work to do in that area." Maybe it was just in his nature to burn everything he touched. It'd certainly make a lot of sense. He continued to watch her work. Just when he thought she was going to cut it off the vine, she did an odd twisting thing with it instead. Kind of like what he'd do with hang nails or hanging dead skin. Super grow, insta pumpkins. Not bad. Although, that's the powers that came with Ceres kids. All he was insta for was traps in the ground and instigating fights (or rather, that was more so a few years ago). "Hm?" he blinked, somewhat caught off-guard. "Oh." He took one of the pumpkins as she took her two. "Alright..." Well, in all fairness, he shouldn't have been surprised. She had asked how good he was at sneaking into the kitchens... "What's on the menu? Pumpkin... everything?" COMMENTARIUM: x_x I'm so sry VERBA: 369