>>Must be about time for dinner. I hear we're having chicken fricassée. It's going
>>to be tough going back to RAF "cuisine" after a month of Scarlet Devil
>>home cooking.
>>
>
>Between the food and her injury hobbling her, some of Lena's
>colleagues might wonder how she put on some extra weight over a 2 day
>pass.I'm sure she has all the time she needs to burn it off.
>>"Be right there!" Meiling replied. Then, looking down at Flandre's face, she
>>said, "Sorry I don't have better advice for you, Flan-Flan. I'm not real good
>>at that kind of thing either." She shrugged. "All I can do is be myself. It's >worked out OK so far."
>>
>
>Meiling shouldn't be quite so self-deprecating. She got right to the
>core item of proof Flandre likely needed, that Remilia is many things,
>but possessed of an amazing poker face is not one of them. That might
>not help Flandre actually make full sense of the circumstances, but
>she can at least trust that they exist and work from there.
Flandre may know this, but there's a difference between that and knowing it. I know that my friends all love me and care about me, they've shown it over and over again, but there's a part of my brain which still fears it's all a lie. And, barring some radical new medication or surgery, that fear is going to lurk in my heart all my life.
>It's a
>testament to the healing abilities involved that no one woke the next
>night with a stiff neck or other out of sorts body part, but that
>might just be me projecting my own advancing decrepitude a bit (I
>truly hate the fact that aging can lead to somehow sleeping
>incorrectly, I've been doing that literally since before I was born,
>how the hell did I manage to do it wrong?)
As the kids say these days: I know that feel.
Also, I have to wonder if their departure is the end of GG 2. It has the same number of chapters, and looks like a good ending point.