"You're entirely welcome."

Blaze manages a small smile. (It's weird, and nice, having her gratitude responded to like that, like it wasn't just a given that she'd be grateful, like Edie was glad to help.)

She doesn't ask if they can leave, waits for Edie to tell her they can, but definitely wants to.

They can totally leave. Edie snags a lollipop from the can by the door and offers it to her.

She blinks at it, and then looks at Edie in confusion. "...what?" Apparently she hasn't encountered lollipops before, at least not close enough to recognise one when it's handed to her.

"This is a lollipop. It's a piece of candy on a stick." She takes the wrapper off. "D'you want it?"

She blinks at it again and her fingers twitch slightly. She nods a little hesitantly. (People in the church had eaten candy, although she'd never got to try it, they'd seemed to enjoy it.) "Please?"

She hands it over.

She takes it, and hesitates before sticking it in her mouth and sucking on it. Her first impression is that it is almost sickly sweet. (She's never really had sugary foods before.) Her second impression is that it isn't, under that, unpleasant, although she can't quite decide if she likes it or not.

"Thank you," she says again. (She somehow feels more genuine in saying that than she did back at the church.)

"You're welcome."

She smiles a little up at Edie (and in the smile is a hint of adoration, because Edie is incredible).

She's part way through the lollipop when she yawns.

Edie checks the time. "We should probably get you off to bed."

She wants, a little bit, to argue, to figure out what they want from her, what she can do. But she's tired. (More tired than she has any right to be given the two naps she's already had today.)

Still, she nods. "Please," she agrees.

Back to her room, then, and Edie hugs her goodnight.

Blaze hugs back. "Thank you, for... this. Good night."

"You're very welcome. Good night."

Then Blaze will, after talking herself into getting into bed (which is far too comfortable), sleep.

She wakes up, earlier than even her usual early hour. For a moment, she's completely lost, and a little panicky in her far too nice surroundings. Then she remembers what happened yesterday, and where she is.

She's never been one for being idle (has never had it as an option, really). Once she's had a moment to breathe, she gets up, and leaves the room silently, looking for something that needs doing - cleaning supplies would do, there was always cleaning to do.

If she cares to poke around for a while she can find cleaning supplies in a hall closet.

She's careful while looking, but she does find the cleaning supplies.

She considers her options. Figures she may as well start with dusting (old building like this, dust probably settles everywhere) and work from there. So she grabs dusting materials and sets to work in the hall she's in, before moving on to other public rooms.

There is some amount of dust around but much less than there would be if the building wasn't swarming with children.

Well. That'll just make her job easier. (And she is already thinking of the cleaning as her job.) She looks at the floors critically. She doesn't exactly want to wash them (the water wasn't comfortable on her skin), but if they have kids constantly running over them...

The floors aren't filthy. Not spotless, but not filthy, either.

Her fingers twitch. It's fine, it's fine, it's a school, it doesn't have to be-

(She flinches at the thought of what would happen of she didn't. Can almost hear the yelling.)

Okay. Bucket. Sponge. (It'll be fine.) She needs to find a tap to fill the bucket.

Well, there are bathrooms.

Well. It'll do. She fills the bucket as best she can from the sink, and sets about cleaning the floors. Despite the discomfort every time she dips her sponge in the water, it's strangely meditative to be doing this.

She'll work as methodically at this as she did at the dusting.

Eventually a boy who looks about ten years old with purple hair and webbed fingers finds her.

"Uh, what are you doing?"