dixie

“I just thing it’s mean for family to say something that is demeaning towards you,” Dixie shrugged. She came from a very close family, so the idea of doing anything other than uplifting each other seemed foreign to her. “Yeah, Dixie,” she offered a soft smile before nodding at the question- well, before laughing, “I find it the opposite. Writers tend to have their head in the clouds and far from attached to our shoulders.” She paused before adding, “Maybe just romance writers.” 

“Magic in Midsummer is used to provide a humor component to the play, but also to show an exaggeration of love; an extension of the foolish behavior that loves inspires even without magic. Oberon explains to the audience when he starts towards be the beginning of the play with ‘What thou sees when thou dost wake, do it for thy true-love take; Love and languish for his sake; Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, pard, or boar with bristled hair. . .', that when magic is included in affairs of the heart, any kind of comedy and chaos might follow, as it did when someone fell in love with an animal.” She shrugged, “I don’t necessarily think that it’s that they needed magic to fall in love, more so it helped showcase people falling in love with unexpected objects of affection. In real life, that may be someone who is completely opposite of you versus in the magical world he created, it would be falling in love with the animal.”

“I can definitely make you a banana cream pie,” Dixie offered with a soft smile. Already noting it in her mind to do over the weekend. She loved to bake, it wouldn’t hurt her to make one of them. Maybe she’d make herself a key lime one. Her favorite pie. “Oh yeah, Thanksgiving is the only time Pumpkin pie should be a thing, but also maybe not... I swear I eat like two whole pumpkin pies in a day. I don’t even want the potatoes or corn. Just the pie.” A light laugh escaped her, “Thanks for the approval. I can now sleep well at night.” 

“I did not know that,” Dixie stated, her eyes going to the shoes, “All I know is they look painful to wear when you do the tops of your toes thing. The idea of that scared me too much as a kid, I think that’s why i don’t dance to this day,” she giggled.

“Please tell me you’re not bringing up the lava lamp thing again. I was 12, dude!” 

“Wow, you must have some world record braking number of phalanges on your hand.”

“Nothing beats a drive in for nostalgia, though. At least we still have one of those? Plus, I think Butler has a video rental store if you went there anyway! Just not a Blockbuster.”

“I think I would be the most distraught if someone came in and took my place,” Dixie stated, staring forward as she thought about it. Shaking her head to pull herself back to reality she chuckled, “New topic, I don’t want to think about that it’s too dark.” Pulling the jar back after Andy took the pickle, she grabbed another one for herself, chuckling as she bit down into it. Shrugging, “There are all sorts of things that an easy bake oven could be used for. Why would you have any reason to be worried?” 

“I mean, not for a lack of trying but my dad put a stop to it pretty quick and just gave me some romaine lettuce. Basically the same thing. Mud pies are different! You’re just making something else out of mud. The leaf that is in those movies look delicious and crunching. I stand by my opinion.” 

“Moulin Rouge... that is a great one, I agree” Dixie nodded, her mind drifting off for a moment before adding, “also, Gone with a Wind is a classic.” There were so many great love stories produced, it was hard for Dixie to pick a favorite. Laughing softly at Bab’s serious look, she shook her head, “Hey, not joking. It’s a good story for an animation.” 

“Yeah, Schaffer is good,” Dixie hummed, her eyes moving from the sketchbook up to Jolene, “Honestly, thanks for doing this. You’re so talented, I can’t believe you’re here in tiny Frostford.”

“Honestly, I haven’t tried it but I have to say that if I wanted watermelon ice cream I would hope it was a sorbet.” 

“Two hours?” Her eyes widened. That sounded awful. Dixie had always been an early riser. She loved the sunrise, especially if she was surrounded by trees and got to see the light start to peak through the spaces in the leafs. She forgot sometimes that people weren’t like that. Or that they stayed up fairly late. Pulling out a banana nut muffin and handing the baggie over to her, “Here. I’ll leave you be so you can get some rest though. Sorry for interrupting again.” 

“I’m not sure if it’s good for them but it’s probably better than acrylics?” She guessed, clear in the up-flex of her tone towards the end of the sentence. Shrugging she admitted, “I’m not a nail expert. I’ve never had acrylics and I get a gel manicure maybe a once a month. Or if I have some big meeting coming up or something. Either way, I do think your nails look nice. Plus, if you go once a week then you only have them for a week if you don’t like them.”

“I don’t have a Tik Tok, but I heard that it can be fun. Do you do the dances and stuff? I barely have a phone, I just use this for work stuff,” she shrugged, noting to the cell phone in her hand.

“I mean, that may be true to you but I think Creed reinvented the whole franchise. It shattered expectations, it pushed us into unfamiliar territory as it did Rocky. It shows us that with a fight we can get anything we want.”

“Oh, no,” she stated with a small shake of her head, “Well.. somedays, I suppose I do write while sitting in the shop but most days I go down by the riverbank to write.” She paused before clarifying, “I write movie scripts. Romance mainly, like the cheesy Hallmark ones? I’m a sucker for those,” she chuckled. “What have you been up to though?”