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[fourthsaken]

[She'll lead her past a small kitchen and sitting area, which are all relatively clean (thanks to Jade) and upstairs.]

Nah, there's four of us. Nynaeve lives downstairs and Jack and Vanadi share a room up here. And, uh, this is my room.

[She points to a closed door before opening it. The room's pretty neat, but there's an attempt to make it look somewhat "homey". The bed's made and thick, black curtains cover the window. There's a large stack of books beside the bed. On the bed there's both a worn leather journal and a small plush bat, and a black hoodie is hanging over one of the bedposts. Her dresser is littered with a small, disorganized pile of makeup and nail polish and the mirror over her dresser is also covered with the black fabric. In one corner of the room is a desk, with a corkboard hung over it. The corkboard is covered with a few sketches of what look like dress designs, a leftover flier from one of the meetings at Pandemonium, a shade monster pamphlet, and some notes scribbled in loopy cursive.]

[gopluckyourself]

[Beatrice nods, filing the names away for later. Not that they're especially interesting or important, just-- in case. In case something happens to Jade or Jack.

All the stuff in Jade's room, though, that's interesting. Beatrice glances around at everything. There's just so much sitting out, it looks like Jade really lives here. The designs and notes get extra consideration, gaze lingering on the sketches even as Beatrice sits down on the bed without waiting for an invitation.]

It's-- nice. [A little too gothic for her tastes but hey, you do you Jade. She points to the drawings.] Are those yours?

[fourthsaken]

[Jade takes a seat next to her, looking slightly embarrassed.]

God, yeah, those are mine. They're pretty much shit. I'm not an artist or anything. I sew, but I don't have any of the supplies or anything here.

[gopluckyourself]

They aren't that bad. Geez, you people-- have some pride when you do something decent, alright? [What is with the number of self-deprecating and modest people around here.]

When you say sew, what do you mean? Just mending or actually making things you can wear?

[fourthsaken]

I can make things. I make all my own dresses back home. My, uh, mom taught me to sew before...[She trails off with a shrug. This isn't the time to talk about dead moms, not with Wirt's death still so fresh in their minds.]

My family's not exactly rich, so when I wanted to change my style, I sorta had to make my own stuff. I need to get a sewing machine. It'd be way cheaper than having to buy all new shit here.

[gopluckyourself]

[This time when Jade trails off after mentioning her mother Beatrice actually takes note. She's not ready to ask what's up-- it's too awkward, and she's still not really sure where they're at friendship-wise. But it's something she'll remember.]

They charge way too much for clothes. Especially when you still have to make alterations anyway! And something always happens to get them bloody or covered in ichor... ugh. [She taps a finger against the bed absently.] Are the machines hard to use? I've been doing everything by hand.

[fourthsaken]

Wait, you know how to sew?

[Jade's more than a little surprised. Beatrice didn't exactly seem like the sewing type. Jade's not sure what her hobbies are, but she expected sewing to be a little too old-fashioned, a little too nerdy, for Beatrice's taste. Then again, Beatrice is from a different time. Maybe sewing is a totally cool hobby there.]

Nah, they're not that hard. Just go slow at first so you don't get your fingers stuck under the needle or some other shit. If you want, I can teach you how to use one. If you already know how to hand-sew it shouldn't be too hard. You'll pick it up easily.

[gopluckyourself]

Of course. How do you think I got anything done at home? [She sounds more amused than offended.] I'm from before there were cars and things, Jade. My family makes most of the things we wear by hand.

[Which kind of sucks, if she's honest. After being somewhere with machines that do the sewing for you it's going to be hard to go back.]

But, yeah, I'd like that. If you manage to get one I'll even pay rent or something to use it.

[fourthsaken]

Hey, I'm used to making shit by hand too. We've got cars, but my family has a farm. I'm not a city kid like a lot of the people here.

[Jade has to admit it's nice to meet someone else who didn't grow up in a city. Talking to Beatrice like this, it feels comfortable and familiar.]

Dude, you don't have to do that. Just lend me some of your sewing supplies and we'll be even.