Tearing Doe {Taryn Doe}

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Taryn sighed softly as she followed Pippa. She felt strangely comfortable around her. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but Pippa reminded her of someone. Some one that needed protecting. She had more than easily noticed her jumpy and skittish nature and while Taryn was not immune to being startled, Taryn wouldn't hesitate to pummel the living daylights out of anything that tried to come at her. As she had so eloquently proven when the man in the mask had tried to startle them.

She still was completely oblivious as to why he had tried to frighten them. But, he was gone now and she and Pippa were safe. But she couldn't help but notice that Pippa still seemed on edge. She chewed her lip a little sheepishly as Pippa went to make her rounds into the house, baseball bat in hand. She softly closed the door behind her and tilted her head to the side. "Um... Pippa?"

The Irish woman froze, her skin going pale as if all the blood had drained from her face. "Pippa, Are you alright?"

”Right...” Taryn smiled softly ”Welcome to me flat. Living room is right here, and jack’s down the hall, first left. Make yourself comfortable.” Taryn looked around at her surroundings almost as if... lost. What was so mundane and ordinary to Pippa was strange and new, almost alien to Taryn. While she obviously remembered speech and how to walk and talk like any normal human being, She was a blank slate. She had to learn everything all over again.

"Well, You said something about.. Broccoli Cheese soup? Why dont we make some. I could watch.. I'm a pretty quick learner" she grinned playfully, wriggling her fingers at Pippa. Taryn was definitely a 'Hands On' learner. "And then.. Maybe those 'Jack' lanterns?" Taryn was trying to hide her enthusiastic. But this was the closest she had felt to 'normal' since waking up in the hospital.

As Pippa went to lean on the bat, Taryn gasped as Pippa stumbled and dropped to her knees by the woman's side and gave her a worried once-over. Taryn was rather motherly as she brushed Pippa's bands for her forehead, making sure there were no injuries. "Are you alright?"

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[/b]Taryn grinned playfully, wriggling her fingers at Pippa. Pippa smiled slightly. She loved soup, especially with the cold weather. "And then.. Maybe those 'Jack' lanterns?"

Taryn looked excited about it, but so long as they weren't about to create creepy figures, Pippa was fine by it. It could be

"Sure thing! Broccoli Cheese soup is no big deal if you know what you're doing." Pippa smiled.

Pippa smiled and tried to casually lean on her bat but being born clumsier than a baby elephant, she found herself crashing to the ground.


Before she could regather herself, Taryn came swooping over. Pippa's cheeks grew warm with embarrassment. She wasn't the one with the severe head injury, but she certainly was the one on the ground.

"Are you alright?" Taryn asked, looking terribly worried.

"I'm okay... this happens all the time..." Pippa sighed, "I'm clumsy. Shall we get started with the soup?"

Pippa pulled herself to her feet and began pulling out all of the ingredients from the fridge, and the utensils they were going to need.

"First, we're going to cut up the onions so that we can sauté them in butter." Pippa said, pulling out her handy-dandy knife. It was quite large and Pippa always imagined it was a he and was French. She had cut several onions in her life, but knowing her clumsy demeanor she did her best to be careful but efficient. When the onion was cut up, she put them into the pot with the melted butter and began stirring it briefly before handing Taryn the wooden spoon, "Let me know when the onions are soft. They should be a little golden too."

Pippa got to work preparing the broccoli and the chicken broth. It was nice to have a friend in the kitchen. Especially one she was sure wasn't going to intentionally scare her.

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"I'm okay... this happens all the time.. I'm clumsy.”

Taryn tilted her head slghtly as she blned curiosly at her new friend.. Friend? The thought of having a friend after her confusing ordeals and identity crisis were a great comfort. She couldn't reason out why, but Pippa reminded her of someone. Those unnaturally pale blue eyes gazed over Pippa the way a mother would before finally smiling and standing. “Well, if you're sure you're alright.” she chirped with a light tone.

"Shall we get started with the soup?"

Taryn grinned cheerfully as she shimmied up beside Pippa to watch what she was doing.

"First, we're going to cut up the onions so that we can sauté them in butter. Let me know when the onions are soft. They should be a little golden too."

She simply beamed as Pippa entrusted her with the spoon and Taryn brushed her hair over her shoulder, stirring cheerfully. Taryn seemed to be taking her task quite seriously, hardly ever removing her eyes from the pan, only hazarding to glance over at Pippa to observe what she was doing. Once the minced onions had become a gentle golden color, Taryn moved the pan from the burner. “And DING! We have golden goodness, Pippa! Now what?” she smiled over her shoulder at the woman.