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[burntbridges]

Hello everyone... Carnivale was interesting, wasn't it?

[She hadn't spent much time there, but that's probably a good thing. Being startled by loud noises and lewd displays would probably have a horrible effect on her child, who's already a danger to her enough as it is.

For those who haven't seen Letha in a while, she's turning incredibly pale... even for her already pale and ashen skin tone. There are very dark rings under her eyes, and her cheeks seem sunken in as if she hasn't been eating for days. The rest of her seems equally frail; her fingers shaking, her lips blue-ish, her hair unkempt and pulled into messy pigtails. The only part of her that doesn't seem affected is her pregnant belly, which looks so big on her now that she seems ready to burst. Still, she's doing her absolute best to act like nothing is the matter.]

I seem to have fallen behind on meeting the new faces here... forgive me, I've gotten rather complacent with sitting around at home. Hello to everyone who has yet to meet me, my name is Letha! [At least she's doing her best to be cheerful and ignore how sick she looks.] I've been here for several months now, I'll be happy to help you have any... any questions. Anything you need.

[That pause there? She just got a wave of a massive headache... she looks woozy as she turns the broadcast off, but she really is doing her best to hide it.]

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[threatenwithcuteness]

You... don't look so good, and pigtails aren't a thing you can pull off.

You okay?

[burntbridges]

[Her nose wrinkles a bit before she switches on the feed to reply. She still wants to be angry but well, everything's fine with Ivar, and Lola is her best friend. So she finds it very hard to hold the grudge she wants to.]

I'm fine, honestly... [She's starting to get annoyed with people's concerned looks... not to mention that Ivar keeps pushing her to see a doctor.] I've just been feeling a little under the weather, I'm sure it's nothing.

[It is absolutely not nothing, or Letha wouldn't let her hair lose its shine like that.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

*Lola is too busy worrying about Letha to worry about Letha still being mad that someone who isn't Lola slept with someone who wasn't Ivar.*

You're pregnant, and you look like those dead things you talk to. It so isn't nothing. Have you been eating?

[burntbridges]

[There's a long and slightly guilty pause here.]

Yes?

[Not anywhere near as much as she should... sometimes when she's in the mood to eat she'll eat like a wild animal, but most of the time she just picks sullenly at her plate.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

...I'll be over and I'll make you some soup.

*That wasn't an offer, nor was it asking for permission.*

[burntbridges]

No, it's fine, I don't...

[...Why is she arguing, food that is not cooked by Letha herself is great. If anything she's just indignant at her sickly state being pointed out.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

I will be over to make some soup.

*She's going to repeat that, more forcefully, and with less room to argue.*

[burntbridges]

Okay.

[She submits and texts over her address since.. Lola hasn't seen it yet. She doubts she'll be able to stomach the meal, but... she can always give the rest to Ivar.]

[threatenwithcuteness]

Do you have any preferences? I'll try to pick something hearty but not too hard on the digestive track.

[burntbridges]

You're doing me a favor, it would be selfish of me to make demands. [A pause.] And I don't have much of a preference for soups.

[threatenwithcuteness]

Yes, but, the goal is for you to eat it. If I make a soup you don't like it won't do much good at that.

*Stop making this harder, there is no escape, Lola is that mom friend.*

[burntbridges]

[And Letha is that childish rich friend who desperately needs to be mommed.]

Just make whatever you think is best, I'll try to eat it. At this point... I don't mind flavors much at all.