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[devoutish]

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[furgood]

[Grin ] Imagine you've never had chocolate before. Now imagine you can buy it practically anywhere.

[devoutish]

You had no chocolate at all in Four?

[furgood]

Only if you could afford it. And it was proved beyond most people's means. Not even a once a year treat.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He's quiet for a moment, poking his spoon at his slice of cake.]

My mother grew up very poor; did I ever tell you that?

[furgood]

Oh? You didn't. [She takes a little bite]

[devoutish]

Yeah, back in Russia. She lived in a village.

[furgood]

Russia? Never mind, it won't mean much to me, I'm sure.

[devoutish]

That's all right. I've never seen it; it's not as if I could describe it to you. It's very far from London.

[furgood]

How did she make it to London?

[devoutish]

She knew people who'd gone - others from her village, who went before her. She decided to follow.

[furgood]

Did she miss it?

[devoutish]

Parts of it. Yeah. She missed the life she had.

[furgood]

I can understand. Even if things are better, there are always things to miss. People, places...food. Community.

[devoutish]

Mm. She fit well into the community in London; there were lots of Russian immigrants. My dad's family were Russian immigrants as well, generations back. But it was no substitute for what was lost.

[There's more to the story here, but he's sugarcoating a little.]

[furgood]

[Nod] It's hard. But she made it. And you're here. Still making her bread

[devoutish]

[He reaches out in response to that, putting an arm around her waist and giving her a squeeze.]

[furgood]

[She leans against him, not heavy but enough]

[devoutish]

[He lets her go after a moment, but is perfectly happy to have her keep leaning on him.]

I only allow myself to get truly melancholy over it during certain times of the year.

[And it's true - he seems mostly grateful now, though there is a touch of somberness to his demeanor.]

[furgood]

I get the feeling that your birthday isn't one of those times.

[devoutish]

It's not. No. Good things only today, if I can possibly help it.

[furgood]

Mn, well. [Hums] Did I tell you I have Sherlocks cats now? I still have to name them.

[devoutish]

Fucking hell, is that man still emotionless?

[Alfie asks, disgruntled.]

He'll be wanting them back when he comes to his senses, you know.

[furgood]

I've had them since he became so. He boxed them up and shoved them outside like everything else. Like trash. [She sounds a little sharp ] If he'd wanted to keep them, he wouldn't have thrown then out.

[devoutish]

He doesn't want them now, but he will later, is what I'm telling you. When he gets his emotions back and comes sniveling to you about them, you should keep them - or make him beg.

[furgood]

He can't have them back. [Firm. Sure slips her arm around his waist and squeezes ] I won't let him throw them away and then try to get them back. I--I wanted a cat the entire time I was in the Capitol but I never wanted something to be stuck there without me if I got caught. I waited because is another living creature I'm bringing into my situation. And he just boxed them up for trash.