#nan schaefer 02

Even though she'd tried dealing with it in numerous ways over the years, the only thing that ever soothed her anxiety was something tangible. Facts to fight off whatever narrative her mind created. So often the only antidote she had to worrying about someone was seeing them and while she'd check in on Nan after the fires it wasn't enough to put her mind at rest. Spending time in her company would likely be the only thing that took the edge off and she knew she could use the distraction so could only imagine how it'd feel for someone who'd been in one of the burning buildings. "Okay so, here begins the first ever pie tasting evening." Hand moved over the table to gesture to the four boxes all containing a generous slice of pie. "This week it's cherry and I went to the four best places according to the internet. So, let's see if they can be trusted." Light laughter bubbled up before she held out a fork in one hand and a spoon in the other. "Choose your weapon." There was a hope that it was the kind of night that would take Nan's mind off everything as well as her own. Or if not, she could think of few better ways to talk about their worries than over slices of pie.

She had a bad habit of playing things over in her mind and the masquerade was no exception. Now that the chaos had faded she was almost certain that she'd seen Nan looking more panicked than most being calmed by someone else. Checking in felt like the least she could do. "I might be a little keen but I came to see if you had any peonies?" Gentle smile curved onto her lips for a moment before a confession slipped from them, well aware that her eyes likely held far too much concern for her to hide with ease. "And also to see how you were." Voice was soft, almost as if she was trying to coax the truth out. She knew that if roles were reversed that she'd be quick to claim that she was fine and so she could only hope that the blonde would be able to trust her with honesty.