(I shall pretend I understood what you just said)
"Thanks. I'm hoping none of the explosive stuff got broken." Seth picked up a broken crate, and examined what was inside. "I'm pretty sure those cases were strong enough, though. Extra precautions." She set down the crate, and rushed to the closet. She pulled out yet another crate, and squealed when she saw it was undamaged. "Yess! They aren't broken!"
(It means cool place :)
"What's 'they'?" Ellen asked, walking over.
Seth smiled, and opened the crate and pulled out three water guns. "I did some work on these. They can now shoot as far as 20 meters (that might not be very far, my math sucks so we'll pretend it is). And I designed a filter that makes the water scented lavender! I love lavender."
(I think that's like 60 feet…?)
"Cool! What's lavender?" Ellen asked, resisting the urge to touch something.
(I gtg)
(alright see ya)
"Lavender is a plant, and it smells really, really, really good. Here, smell!" Seth said, pulling a dryer sheet out of her pocket and handing to Ellen. "It's lavender scented!"
Ellen took it. The fragrant scent was familiar. She pressed it to her nose. "Oh…" She murmured. Memories came flooding back to her. "My mom used to use a perfume that smelled like this. I never knew it came from a flower."
(anyone on?)
(Heyo)
(I'M BACK)
(coolio)
(anyone still here?)
(Me)
(cool, had to do thing)
(anyone on?)
(Hey I'm here guys!)
(hellu Sly)
(Hello!)
(hyello)
Ellis glanced at Conner and Gaia. "We're almost there, don't worry."
Seth looked at Ellen, and nodded. "If you don't mind me asking, why were you at Praxidis Station? When was the last time you saw your mom?" she asked. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to," she quickly added.
"Thanks, I don't prefer to talk about it right now." Ellen sighed, still pressing the dryer sheet to her nose. So many memories.
Seth nodded. "Alright. You can keep that if you want, by the way. And I have more, too. Just in case."
Ellen smiled. "Thanks." She stuffed the sheet into her coat pocket. She felt the folded piece of paper in there too. She pulled it out. "I can show you a picture of my mom though." She said, unfolding the picture.
"Awesome!" Seth replied, leaning over slightly to look at the picture.
Ellen smoothed it out and placed it on the table. "It's from my 6th birthday." Ellen stated, looking down at the image of Grace Weaver with a younger Ellen balanced on her hip. Both were mid-laugh.
"Ohh, you were so cute!" Seth said, and ran her finger lightly over the image. "I really have no idea what's appropriate to say right now. 'It's a shame?' 'Wish she was here?' 'I'm sorry?' Gosh, I really am sorry, I probably sound awful right now."
Ellen chuckled at the compliment before sighing. "It's okay Seth. I honestly have no clue what's appropriate either." She rested her elbows on the table. "I wish she was here too."
"Yeah. We all have our wishes." Seth sighed, and dramatically threw her arm over her forehead, laying down on the floor. "Leave me here, I shall slumber till my beautiful princess shows up and kisses me awake, and will bring me to live in her castle and I will have no worries in the world!" she exclaimed.
"Aye aye Sleeping Beauty!" Ellen said, saluting before picking up the picture, folding it and putting it back in her coat pocket.
(Who's all on besides us?)
(I am but only for another half hour…)