Day 01 (Alt) - Cottage
"Well. Here we are."
Melia fusses nervously with the lacy border of the table runner, as if her playing with it will cause the myriad intricately laid threads to morph into something more orderly that would provide a train of undeniable direction for her to follow.
"That's right!" Haze exclaims, leagues more carefree. She's put a kettle on the stove, but clearly hasn't chosen a specific variety of tea just yet.
Dratted nervous energy. "But...I don't know what to do."
"Oh? Does that matter? I thought the point of our cottage was just to have a place to...be!"