[Location: A booth at Granny's Diner]

[nice-stepsister.livejournal.com]

[Mother and Liz are off on a shopping spree and have once again left Stacy to her own devices. Sitting at her usual booth and on her second piece of cherry pie, which she doesn't seem to be eating so much as randomly poking with her fork. Lost in thought, she occasionally doodles something in her notebook.]

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[nice-stepsister.livejournal.com]

[Blushes and looks down at the mangled bit of pie] Its my second piece. [Pokes at it with her fork and notices her boothmates cake. Gestures to it] What flavor did you get?

[maidfromashes.livejournal.com]

Vanilla strawberry.

[Bianca frowns and slices off a piece, tilting it this way and that as if in examination. Why did she choose these flavours? It's not exactly typical, is it?]

Or some combination, anyway. Why did you get a second piece if you weren't intending to eat it?

[nice-stepsister.livejournal.com]

Interesting choice.

[She looks embarrased] When I'm with my family they won't let me get a second piece [They barely let her finish a first piece] But they're not here so. [She shrugs and doodles something quickly in her notebook]

[Awkward pause and then she suddenly looks up] Sorry I totally forgot to introduce myself. I'm Stacy Boyd. [Holds out her hand, which is still holding a pencil]

[maidfromashes.livejournal.com]

So you get a second piece but don't eat it?

[Still with a sceptical eyebrow-raise, Bianca takes Stacey's hand and shakes it pencil and all, her grip firm and confident.]

Bianca Nott. Your family lives on the hillside, don't they?

[The hillside was where most of the real estate was. The Notts' townhouse wasn't there, but only because their land had once been Nottingshire, so it was nearer the forest.]

[nice-stepsister.livejournal.com]

I was going to eat it. [She taps her notebook and closes it.] I just got distracted.

Oh, um, yes we do. The rather large one near the top of the hill. [Stacey thinks it would make a wonderful Haunted House during Halloween, but Mother would never allow that.] Yours live by the forested area, yes?

[maidfromashes.livejournal.com]

That's right. Just outside where the orchard used to be, before the mayor bought it out.

[It was overgrown now, but didn't belong in the least to them. Not that that stopped Marian from occasionally borrowing an apple or two. She gestures encouragingly with her used fork, her mouth full for a moment before she swallows.]

Well, go on then.