Hm.

Edie shelves the thought that just occurred to her and hugs Annie and manages to hoist her a little and twirls.

Annie giggles delightedly.

"We should probably actually go," she says, letting go with a little reluctance and heading for the door.

Annie does not protest. She gets in the car.

And then: clothing store.

Annie looks at clothes through the stencil and tries things on.

Things without very much coverage. For purely practical reasons.

...Practical reasons! Right! Well, that neckline is, um, very practical under the circumstances, yes.

And the hem on those shorts, well, we can't have Annie with unnecessarily insulated thighs, can we.

She does look more comfortable! She wasn't actually sweating or flushed before, apparently magical overwarmth doesn't do that, but she had the body language of someone who was melting except insofar as she didn't let it get in the way of snuggles.

Ice packs? Mmmmm ice packs.

...Ice packs! Ice packs are a thing gosh Annie is pretty well. They can find ice packs.

Yaaaaaay ice packs. And she will need like a toothbrush and stuff. Maybe sandals, she was wearing boots. Uh, she's not overspending, is she, she doesn't actually know this currency.

Nah, this's fine.

Oh and notebooks she needs notebooks it's important.

Notebooks are over here!

Good. She gets a substantial number. And pencils.

"Write a lot?"

"I write my thoughts down to sort them out when they're not all on top of each other."

"Oh, cool."

"It's useful. I'm really, really glad I can still read."

"You wouldn't have been totally screwed if you couldn't, there's Braille, but yeah."

"That's your blind alphabet? I think it's probably pretty hard to learn Braille and harder to learn to write it fast. And, um, I've had a lot of thoughts to process."

"...I see your point. Well. It works on writing, thankfully."

"Yeah. I filled a whole pad of hotel stationery yesterday."

"Yesterday was...pretty intense."

Nod nod nod nod.

Hug.