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who: Lola Pacini and YOU!
what: Lola's catch-all, Open, Semi-Open, and Closed prompts for the season.
when: Yes.
where: Shopping, Driving, Learning, and Bonding. And whatever you have ideas for.
warnings: None?

If you wanna just toss something up for me, by all means. If you wanna plot with me you can poke me in a Private Message, or on Plurk

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"Smell is a good indicator, smell and taste are connected and all. I dunno, I'm always a little nervous doing something I've never done before. Or using new ingredients." This wasn't all that new ingredients wise, the stuff about baking bread was new to her, but she knew all the parts. And it almost made sense.

And the conversation derailed because of Lola's hair, Gyda hadn't run into Lola not looking quite like herself. Lola generally stuck to the same colors for day to day work, only changing when it felt important. Parties, etc. "Oh, my hair changes colors, don't worry about it. It does it all the time. It takes a little effort to keep it whatever color it is."

"I'm sure we could find someway to eat it if it's that bad," Or at the very least give it to someone not so picky.

"Why does it change color and how?" Was there some sort of magic? She heard of shapeshifters of course, but that didn't include changing hair color-hair color was the least of a shapeshift's concerns. "Is there a pattern or reason for the color?"

"The worst that happens is I'll learn something, not repeat that mistake." Lola doesn't like making mistakes, but she found out all sorts of stuff from her last big mistake. This won't be any different, well... scale is different. But other than that.

"Um, its kinda super complicated, I got it done here. It isn't magic, science... really advanced science," This was equal parts Gyda is young and Gyda is a viking keeping Lola from trying to explain it. "Um, it changes based on my mood sometimes, and to colors I like. It tends to stick to those unless I make it change to something specific."

"Science," She repeated the word. "Like how the electricity works?" Once the fever had broken, the nurses and doctors were more than welling to answer her questions-of which there were a lot of.

"Why'd it change this time?" She couldn't think it had anything to do with cooking. "What's the hair color you were born with?"

"Yeah, not the same science, but those are both science."

"Oh, I forgot one of the spices, it tasted all wrong. I'd gotten surprised by that." Lola thought for a moment. Closed her eyes, and Lola's hair turned a nice rich brown color. She smiled, "Sometimes I forget what it looked like, I haven't really worn it this color in five years."

She leaned against the counter, resting her chin on her hands. "I'm told there are books on all sorts of 'sciences', but they're still having me learn to read." None of those books had to do with science though; she had a feeling she won't be reading those books for awhile.

The hair change made her smile. "I like the blue color on you."

"Even if you learn to read science books are really hard," Lola tried, often, to figure out science stuff. Usually she just took the article or book to someone smarter and had them dumb it down for her.

"It feels more like me than brown," Lola continued to mill about the kitchen stirring this and spicing that as she checked on everything. Her hair stayed brown for maybe half a minute before the blue took back over. "I wore it this color when I arrived, I kinda feel if anyone I know gets here I'll be easier to see with this hair."

Not that she really expected any family, but who knows. Gyda was here, and Ivar was alone before that.

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