[Miriam skips over a bottle, humming to herself. The smell isn't unusual. Maybe a bit surprising. But probably not, considering everything. It's gotten fucked up again. People do what they have to.] Can I have this?
[She toes one of the empty bottles. It's blue and shaped a bit like a pine cone.]
no subject
[She toes one of the empty bottles. It's blue and shaped a bit like a pine cone.]
It's pretty.