Post by Amelia DeFoe on Dec 31, 2014 23:29:49 GMT -8
Amy nodded mutely as she heard the counselor's reassurance, although she really didn't know what else to do. Counselors were weird that way, one had to actually talk to them, and reveal issues, and that went against the grain. But it would work out.
Hearing that the woman blended her own, Amy paused, considering asking for the mixtures, but Ms. Tigani had already risen and walked over to her small kitchenette, and the girl stayed quiet, watching the woman as she measured out some of the tea, then grabbed something, before returning. As they were handed to her, Amy took them, looking at each in turn as Ms. Tigani talked about them each in turn, and how to prepared them. "Thank you." As she looked at the box for the strainer, seeing the small charm at the end, she smiled, "I don't have anything with me, I can pay you for them later." If the woman mixed her own teas, then the supplies were coming out of her pocket, and that wasn't fair. She set the box and the jars alongside the bottle of soda she'd been handed, absently raising the glass to take a drink.
Talk turned to the dream journal, and Amy thought of the journal, the picture of the shepherd on the front, that she'd received in class. She'd been cursorily using it, although only enough to scrape by, should the teacher choose to collect them. However, with the counselor's reassurance, along with the teacher's, she considered that it might just be true that it wasn't in the plan. Maybe she could try doing that, "I guess I can try that." Otherwise, she considered, she could get her own notebook... Worth consideration, "Yeah, I can do that." Or maybe she could actually just write into the journal they'd been provided. Eventually doubting people got tiring.
Hearing that the woman blended her own, Amy paused, considering asking for the mixtures, but Ms. Tigani had already risen and walked over to her small kitchenette, and the girl stayed quiet, watching the woman as she measured out some of the tea, then grabbed something, before returning. As they were handed to her, Amy took them, looking at each in turn as Ms. Tigani talked about them each in turn, and how to prepared them. "Thank you." As she looked at the box for the strainer, seeing the small charm at the end, she smiled, "I don't have anything with me, I can pay you for them later." If the woman mixed her own teas, then the supplies were coming out of her pocket, and that wasn't fair. She set the box and the jars alongside the bottle of soda she'd been handed, absently raising the glass to take a drink.
Talk turned to the dream journal, and Amy thought of the journal, the picture of the shepherd on the front, that she'd received in class. She'd been cursorily using it, although only enough to scrape by, should the teacher choose to collect them. However, with the counselor's reassurance, along with the teacher's, she considered that it might just be true that it wasn't in the plan. Maybe she could try doing that, "I guess I can try that." Otherwise, she considered, she could get her own notebook... Worth consideration, "Yeah, I can do that." Or maybe she could actually just write into the journal they'd been provided. Eventually doubting people got tiring.