open ✧ moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars

[realists]

Who: Jyn Erso & ???
Where: Around town
When: May 9-14
What: Getting her bearings, exploring, etc etc.
Warnings: Language?

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✧ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ's ɢʀᴏᴄᴇʀʏ

There is so much food.

There is, in Jyn's opinion, too much food. Well, not the quantity, she supposes for a full town there is just enough (still maybe too much), but the sheer multitude of the selections is mind-boggling. Why are there no less than fifteen different types of cereals? There are at least five types of Cheerios alone. How is anyone supposed to decide on which cereal they want. And then they have to decide which percentage of milk they want? What is the other 98% of 2% milk!! She had thought cereal would be easy. She thought wrong.

It's not like she's picky, Jyn has subsisted off protein cubes for six months, she'll eat literally anything so whatever she chose would be perfectly acceptable but the number of choices suddenly available to her has made her indecisive. It's going to be an equally sad story when she tries to decide on a juice to buy.

Softly, "What the fuck."

✧ ɢᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ

Look, it's not that she's stalking Cassian, it's just that, you know, she has one friend and he's it so she's kind of stalking him. In a friendly, platonic way. Nothing to see here. It doesn't hurt, anyway, that he works at a tea shop and one of Jyn's indulgent comforts happens to be tea. (She's not even actually British.) It also helps that Cassian won't let her pay for it so she doesn't feel like it's so indulgent.

Which finds Jyn curled up at a table nursing her fifth cup of something amber colored and sweet and fiddling with some of the dried bits of violet petals she plucked free of the loose leaves before she let it steep. She's slowly making her way through a paperback copy of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe but she's unused to anything not on a datapad so sometimes she sets it on the table and it closes itself, as books do, or tips right off the edge and Jyn swears in what is probably not an Earth language.

"I'm starting to see why people burn these." Jyn, no.

✧ ʜᴜʀᴛ's ᴅᴏɴᴜᴛs

And then there is the real indulgence. Donuts. Fluffy, fried dough coated in sugar and cinnamon and glaze and stuffed with jelly or lemon and probably not all at once. Jyn doesn't take her ridiculously large order to someone to share or eat inside the shop itself.

Oh no. Jyn takes her box outside and sits on the curb and eats them right there because that is the type of person she is. Once the hunger is abated, however, she will eat the rest of them while she is walking. The donuts never seem to make it to their intended destination before Jyn is disposing of the empty box in a rubbish bin and wiping powered sugar off on her pants.

Manners, what are those? She will probably not share, unless it is a child or a dog. She'll share with dogs.

Comments

go ask alice

[votively]

Luna pauses when she hears the familiar sound of a book hitting the ground. She would have reached to pick it up anyway, but Jyn's comment earns a quiet, amused laugh as she does so.

"Is that so?" she asked, offering the book back to her. "Most people I know find their troublesome qualities rather endearing."

[realists]

Jyn would have gotten it eventually, once she was done silently complaining, but it's nice to not have to expend the effort.

"Why?" A datapad would be so much easier to use, why are they stuck in the 90s? Plus a datapad would hold the entire series on one portable little tablet instead of a stack of books on her bookshelf. Books suck. Jyn doesn't get the appeal, honestly.

Belatedly, "Thanks."