tell me what you want me to say.

[swords]

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[junks]

"That's just what I wanted."

Anna gathers her skirt around her knees, then crouches to brush some dirt off a smooth surface that has caught her eye. Now that seems interesting. She will dig a little more, unworried about dirtying her clean nails.

"It has been a busy time, for me," Anna explains, using her shoulder to brush some hair away from her ear, "and this is an excellent escape from the, ah, hustle and bustle. I think that is the phrase I want."

[disjoined]

"Where'd you say you were from, again?" she asks, head tilting to the side before she's distracted just like Anna - at whatever's under the sand. "I definitely won't say it's a bad change, just - different." And there's a decisive nod from her. Collinsport hadn't been what she'd expected, but really, what was there to expect from a tiny town she'd never heard of?

She kneels down next to Anna, sand latching onto her stockings, but she can change later, if need be. Victoria peers at the glass and takes the time to help her, moving sand by the handful. "What is that?"

[junks]

"Germany," comes her absentminded reply.

She has busied herself with digging with her hands, kneeling on the sand as well, the flecks digging into her bare knees. "I attend school in New York," Anna adds eventually, finding a handle to latch onto - she shifts the item gently, wriggling it out slowly.

"A vase, I think"

[disjoined]

Victoria continues digging around the object, helping free whatever it is, and when she mentions New York, she only says, "Oh." She gives no indication that she's ever set foot there, though for a moment she focuses on the sand below.

And then the moment's over, thank goodness, and Victoria looks at the vase with a grin.

"See?" she says happily. It's something she's never found her - and, granted, something she likely wouldn't pick up. Not when the new garden around Collinwood hasn't sprouted anything just yet - and pumpkins aren't exactly ideal decoration. "Are you going to take it?"