those you've pained may carry that still with them (intro)

[bemystory]

Wendla's not sure where she is at first. She remembers being ripped from her mama's arms, remembers the doctor's office and all its scary apparatuses, and—now?

She's in the middle of what appears to be a large Plaza, with people milling about, talking to each other, going about their daily lives.

The teenage girl steps forward towards a stranger, for a moment, about to speak, but she's shy, and thus withdraws, wringing her hands nervously. She's still in her nightgown, with a shawl around her neck that makes her look quite out of place and time—because she is, in a way.

Still, she sees the pamphlets strewn about, telling her about this place, and now she knows she has to say something, to ask something.

So Wendla gathers herself, and asks:

"Excuse me, I'm very hungry. Where can I find something to eat?"

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[websnextdoor]

"It's just, ending up here in your jammies and all. I was worried you might be cold or something." He's rubbing at the back of his neck while leading the way. Trying to keep an eye out for any rough ground that might hurt the young woman if she trod over it unknowingly.

"Not as good as the ones back home but they do a pretty good job here." Peter throws her a smile over his shoulder. "Plenty of topping options too if you want something a bit more than just meat and bread."

[bemystory]

"Well, thank you for your concern," she says shyly. "I will try whatever food you offer me, as I'm quite famished."

[websnextdoor]

Wendla will smell the stand well before they get close to the stand. Peter's quick to check he actually has Any money in his wallet but today is a lucky day.

"Hey Sal, could I get a dog with onion sauce and mustard and then my friend would like, uh." Peter turns back to Wendla. "They've got about as many toppings as you can think of. I like to keep it simple but they've got all kinds of stuff. Chili, cheese, relishes...Maybe just point at whatever smells good?"

[bemystory]

Hm, the hot dogs remind her of bratwurst, and they do smell good, so...

"I'll take one with mustard, I think," Wendla says to Peter, smiling a little. "That sounds good. In fact, everything here smells good, but I must resist."

It's not that she's watching her weight or anything like that. She's just a bit of a lady, that's all.