[ True to her word, after the meeting, Thomasin goes to Flavortown's kitchens. First, as if to stagger the necessity of doing it, she goes to the prize machine and tries the two tokens -- but when her cloak comes out, and she presses the heavy wool to her chest, she knows she can delay no longer. She sets her prizes aside, goes to the range, and touches her envelope to the lit burner, holds it flaming in her hand for as long as she can before she drops it and watches it crumple and twist. Not a single word she might see as she does so is comprehensible to her.
After it's all ashes, she goes back to her cloak, worrying the metal button that fastens it with her fingers, and wonders to absolutely no one: ]
How many of our possessions have they?
[ Also there's like a good five minutes of her trying to get the childproof seal off a bottle of vitamins, getting angrier and angrier at her inability to do it, and then flinging it at the wall like a petulant child, which she is. ]
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After it's all ashes, she goes back to her cloak, worrying the metal button that fastens it with her fingers, and wonders to absolutely no one: ]
How many of our possessions have they?
[ Also there's like a good five minutes of her trying to get the childproof seal off a bottle of vitamins, getting angrier and angrier at her inability to do it, and then flinging it at the wall like a petulant child, which she is. ]