Dr. Pamela Isley (
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Pick Your Poison, Monday
Pam had found some kind of peace with Harley-not-Harley; the store had been cleansed of all of its chemical bullshit, their stocks replaced with Adrian's Blackwood products. Frankly, she had better things to do with this quiet than to run an actual storefront, most of her attention drawn to the samples upstairs in her newly-restored laboratory.
But she'd been working on that all evening, and had little progress to show for it. She woke up exhausted. She needed something to soothe her nerves.
So she went downstairs, to check on the garden. And while she was there, she might as well flip the 'Open' sign, to help put a little money in Adrian's family's pockets. She was sympathetic to their issues, even if she wasn't a fan of the economics involved.
But all that done, she vanished back into the garden. She'd spend most of her time planting new little green things, and tending to the soil.
It really was soothing.
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But she'd been working on that all evening, and had little progress to show for it. She woke up exhausted. She needed something to soothe her nerves.
So she went downstairs, to check on the garden. And while she was there, she might as well flip the 'Open' sign, to help put a little money in Adrian's family's pockets. She was sympathetic to their issues, even if she wasn't a fan of the economics involved.
But all that done, she vanished back into the garden. She'd spend most of her time planting new little green things, and tending to the soil.
It really was soothing.
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So she smiled, instead. "A girl needs a hobby."
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Shocking as it may sound: There were no botany classes in the Red Room.
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Some might even call it garish.
"Anyhow! Did you have a good weekend? Did you have any visitors?"
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Maybe if she'd been here for a few months longer, let the concept of Parents Weekend percolate, she would've allowed herself to feel disappointed Harley hadn't shown up. But she hadn't and so she didn't.
"You?"
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She took a long pull on her vodka/coffee mixture, pondered the taste for a moment and shrugged. "It's not a Pumpkin Spice Latte but I like it."
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She took another sip. It filtered harmlessly through her system.
"But yes, the Blackwoods are certainly... peculiar."
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"Don't take this the wrong way, but you sound like my mother," Yelena replied after taking another swig of her 'coffee'. "She's a scientist..."
Hmm. What's the best way to sum up Melina?
"-who could’ve solved world hunger but instead thought saving lives sounded boring compared to mind control. But she made a mean macaroni and cheese so it kind of balanced out."
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"I have a PhD in phytochemistry," she offered. "But my macaroni and cheese is terrible."
The sheer environmental impact of a box of Kraft...
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Or did Pam just need to lie in the sun to get her chlorophyll fix?
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Probably some versions of her, just not this one."I try to eat low impact," Pam said, with a light shrug. "Local foods. The bay is full of blue catfish-- they're an invasive species, so I eat a lot of that. And we're in walnut country, there's blueberries, persimmons, plums, sunchokes, all native to the area. I'm not going to pretend to be a great cook, but I know what to make of what I can find."
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She also wondered if Boston had ever had catfish or was repelled by the idea because he was also a cat.
"However now I shall put catfish on the menu for a future meal. Once I figure out how to cook it."
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