Maps? Where we're going we don't need maps
Sun Sep 17, 2017 16:32

The boy joined her at the table, which made Myfanwy smile wider, although then he took a cheeseburger, and her expression fell a little. She couldn’t stop people from eating meat, and she didn’t really ever try to, because everyone was free to make their own choices (at least in some countries, and this was one of them), but she would always answer people in great deal if they ever asked about her diet or why they might want to consider eating a vegan diet. She did want to inform people to better look after the planet, but she didn’t want to be that person who gave everyone unwanted lectures every time they picked up a cheeseburger. Even so, the so-called food just made her think of cattle markets and slaughterhouses. She shuddered involuntarily.

“Of course it’s still a cookie,” she laughed a little at the stranger’s question. “Well sometimes I call them snackjacks which works better with what flapjack are in Wales,” she said, unblinkingly. “Flapjacks here seems to just be pancakes, I don’t get it, but anyway, these are tasty.” she shook the bag a little, still holding it out for him to take one. “I use sunflower spread instead of butter, and rice flour, and oats for texture, and apple juice and raisins for sweetness. They’re planet friendly.” She didn’t immediately go into details of why she had selected these ingredients over others, but she certainly would if he gave her the slightest invitation. She liked to prove that life could be enjoyable without causing any harm to the planet. Admittedly the denim dungarees she was wearing might originally have been produced in a factory, but Cledan had bought them preowned from a charity shop years ago, so Myffi was at least their third owner, which reduced their carbon footprint per consumer. The roll-neck top worn beneath was certified fairtrade, organic cotton, which she had dyed half red and half green, with each sleeve being a different colour. She was also wearing her usual array of friendship bracelets and round, rose-gold-coloured spectacles, but her shoulder-length dark hair had a slight red tint when she moved; she’d used some natural henna-based dyes to colour it over midterm. She was gearing up to dying it more interesting shades with Holland’s help.

“Go on, try one,” she shook the bag again. Whether he took one or not, Myffi would then take another cookie for herself and start nibbling it around introductions. “I’m Myfanwy,” she said, “but everyone here calls me Myffi.” Mostly because she had suggested it to them. She thought she had outgrown the nickname but she was starting to like it again. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” she was almost a hundred percent sure but it never hurt to be certain. “I just started here this year myself.”

  • Do you have a map? - Nolan, Sun Sep 17 15:10
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    • Maps? Where we're going we don't need maps - Myfanwy, Sun Sep 17 16:32
      • Where are we going? - Nolan, Mon Sep 18 01:42
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        • There's no knowing where we're going - Myffi, Mon Sep 18 05:59
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          • A map would help with that - Nolan, Mon Sep 18 12:54
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                  • We’ll have to be explorers - Nolan, Fri Sep 22 09:58
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                    • I'm in - Myffi, Sun Sep 24 11:41
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