“Mail order? Jill, I’m hurt,” he said. “Well, I did what I said I was doing when I left, remember? My old professor was going on a few digs with friends and wanted me to come along.”
“Good. I will take that as revenge paid then.” She gave a huff before plopping down on a different chair, “Ah yeah that’s right. How was it? Did you find any cool stuff? Bring any souvenirs for your beloved sister?”
“Don’t worry yourself thinking about such things, Jill. It’s not worth the stress.~” Flora tried to comfort her friend, following behind her then catching up to walk at her side. She combed a hand through her blonde bangs and exhaled heavily though her nose. “Green tea sound good?~ That’s all I have until I buy more.~”
They made it to the farmer’s home and struggled to open the front door. “Oh geez…” Flora said when they got inside, looking at the mess. “Go boil some water, would you?~ I’ll begin picking up your books.~” Which she did, squatting down and picking up a few at a time. She made sure the pages weren’t folded before shutting them and stacking them neatly to her side. Stacks of 6, alphabetized and the spines all lined up neatly facing her.
“Have you read all these?~”
“Eh, I can’t really help it. But, I shall try my best.” It was in Jill’s nature to worry about things like that. She wasn’t one to try and stress herself out, but honestly, she couldn’t really help it. She rubbed her neck in thought before nodding at her suggestion, “That works fine with me~”
Jill inwardly groaned once she saw the mess she had left behind. It looked like it would be a while before she got everything picked up and put in it’s proper place. Boy, was she thankful that she had someone like Flora to help her out after all. “Sure thing!” She hoped over a pile before rushing to the kitchen to fetch her teapot and start boiling some water. Once that was done, she hurried back to the mess, kneeling down on the other side of it and working on fixing them all up.
“Ah! Yes I have actually. I get a lot of free time on the farm so I mostly spend it reading and sometimes rereading what I have.”
loveydoveylyla said: [Mutters to herself for a moment, running threw various lines and greetings she had come up before hand for this little job of hers.] ... ♪ [Nods to herself in reassurance before knocking on the door in front of her.]
/Yawns a bit and stretches as she searches through her fridge for something to eat/ Hmhmhm- /Perks up at the knock on her door before rushing over to open it/ HM? Hello, can I help you with something?
Jack winced, letting out a laugh as she pinched him. “She didn’t tell you anything?” He smirked. “She was supposed to tell you I got married to a cute German girl and started a farm over there, but silence is even better.” Their mother often got on Jack’s case for picking on Jill, which might explain the silence.
She smacked him across the head with a hard audible slap as he laughed. “Of course she didn’t tell me anything! She didn’t want to hear me yelling so every time I asked, she ‘accidentally’ hung up on me. You two aren’t supposed to do that! You know how neurotic I get!” Finally Jill laid off the abuse for now with a final pinch of his cheeks, “So besides getting a mail-order bride, what did you do?”
“A bookshelf filled with books, no doubt.~” Flora laughed heartily at what she assumed was a joke and shoved the ore into her rucksack. She took off her glasses, put her hand under the bottom of her shirt and rubbed the fabric of it on the lenses between her forefinger and thumb. Looking down at what she was doing she said, “I’m sorry to have rushed you off like that, by the way… The poor pages are probably bent and wrinkled.~ Shame on me for leaving them like that.” The adventurer placed her still dirty glasses on her nose and pushed them up the bridge of it.
“Lead the way, Jill!~ If you’d like I could make us some tea after we clean up.” She offered her a smile, gesturing for the other to be the first one out of the mines.
Jill laughed sheepishly at her comment, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah pretty much. Thank goodness I had the foresight to have my cat and dog outside before it happened.” Ugh, she didn’t want to imagine what would happen if one of them got caught underneath. Jill was certain she would suffer from emotional trauma for years. Snapping out of it, she waved her hand dismissively. “Ah no need to apologize. It’s my fault for being clumsy and rushing to the door.” She straightened up, nodding, “No use crying over spilled books and all that jazz.”
She nodded again at the prompting, turning and making her way towards the exit. “Ah, tea would be great, thanks. Hopefully it won’t take us too long.”
This is the blog of the wannabe tomboy farmer, Jill. I'm an established farmer at Forget-Me-Not Valley. However, Takakura seems to think I still have a lot to learn. One day I hope to be as good as my father was.