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    From Scratch (Chapter 2)

    Story written on January 21, 2012 by Casual Watcher.
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    Distressing events lead Helena Peabody to L.A, where she meets a woman who makes her question her entire perception of herself. Helena/Dylan/Dylena

    Looking down at her little girl’s evasive stare, Helena answered, “Not while we’re here, baby, no.” Her answer seemed to trouble her daughter, and so the brunette softly added, “But if you want to talk to him, we can call him up, yeah?” 
    Leah considered her mother’s words before finally nodding in agreement. Once she was satisfied with her doll’s hair, she held the hairbrush up to her mother and asked, “Do mine?” Helena smiled as she shifted her daughter so that she could sit between her legs and softly ran the child-sized brush through her dark waves. 
    A knock at the door turned all eyes in that direction. Emerging head-first, Andrew glanced inside the room and smiled at his younger sister, niece and nephew. “We’re ready to go now, if you are?”
    “Yeah, we just need to get our shoes and jackets on,” Helena replied, to which Andrew nodded and told her he’d wait in the living area with Peter. “Right, let’s get our shoes back on, and put a light jacket on. It’ll be cooler when we leave the restaurant,” She told her children, waiting for Leah to shuffle off the bed before sliding off herself and moving to her guest room in search of a cardigan. When she returned to the second guest room the children were ready to leave, and the trio found Peter and Andrew downstairs. 
    “Do you want to squeeze in one car?” Andrew asked.
    Helena nodded, “If that’s all right? I have a rental car for the three weeks we’ll be here, anyway.” Dismissing the rental car, Andrew told her they could all fit into his, and they soon left for the restaurant. 
    The car pulled up to an average-in-size building, the name of the restaurant written in large, elegant letters above the windows. The little family made their way inside and waited all of ten seconds before a waitress came to their aid, soon seating them at a booth in one of the corners and handing out menus. The lighting was slightly dim, light bulbs hidden in red lanterns, warming the room and making all vacationers feel welcome amongst the locals. 
    The meal, enjoyable and full of incessant questioning and talking, was soon over and desserts were brought to the table. Opting out of a sweet, feeling like she had already eaten too much, Helena glanced at her children as they tucked into a shared ice cream sundae, doubting very much that the dessert would ever get finished. While the children ate – or, rather, seemingly held a competition to see who could get the most ice cream around their mouth – the adults fell into an easy conversation. “So, what are your plans while you’re here?” Andrew asked.
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