"We do, too. Coffee." Willow pulled a thermos from the bag. "Cocoa.
Scones."
"Scones! Willow, you are too much."
"I am the mother of a Mustang," Willow said. "God!"
"We are wild; we conquer," Cree said. "But this team is supposed to be tough. "Go, Bart!" she yelled.
"I'm not supposed to cheer," Willow said. "What do you think? Start with coffee?" She poured two cups. "I couldn't believe it when I saw you at the school."
"It's so weird," Cree said. "It seems like yesterday we were sitting around in Woodstock. And then, in another way, it seems like forever."
"I brought you something." Willow handed a sheet of paper to Cree. "Patrick got in touch with Gino last year, and Gino sent this to him. I copied it for you."
Aesthetic
Muses too are easily bored
and sometimes prefer a tickle