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"I can do that!" Terra said, sitting down and getting out her phone as well. "There! Now you just need to push the button furthest on the right on the first row underneath the power button and it will call me!" she said, putting the phone back in Angeline's hands.

"It will be much easier this way! If you have any other numbers you need to get to quickly I can add them, as well! I like playing with phones," she said seriously as she typed in Angeline's phone number into her own. "Senor Frost showed me the basics, but he is a ghost wolf and has very powerful claws so he keeps breaking his phones," she added with amusement.

Terra burst into laughter. "Oh, forgive me!" she said, giggling. "Here I am dragging you around and playing with your phone, and we hardly know each other! I am very rude!" she announced, but she sounded amused. "I am Terra. Terra Bethel Scythe! I am from a small town called Los Muertos, I have blonde hair and silver eyes and I am a grim reaper. My weapon is a violin, which I have been playing since I was almost ten--although since I am fourteen it is not very long. I came here--"

She hesitated, thinking about that one. "A few weeks ago," she finished a bit lamely. "To be with... familia. Family. Mi hermano--my brother, he lives in the room across from mine."

"But if she has tied a scareling to her apron I do not see what it has to do with you," Terra said blankly. "Does the scareling get too tangled?" she asked. "I'm sure it can be quite uncomfortable--those strings on the apron, they are not very long. And cooking might be more difficult with a scareling right there--"

Clearly she was picturing a reaper female with some waif off the streets entangled in her apron strings--Angeline's mother had very strange hobbies.

"It is difficult, si," Terra said quietly, going serious. "I am... I was, I should say, very much alone when mi madre... passed on," she said slowly. It seemed to be something hard to talk about. "I am offered many places, homes, but I do not wish to take them--they have even less than mi madre and I have. So I do not know what to do..."

Somehow her accent had gotten a little stronger, and the way she phrased things was in the present tense, although clearly she was talking about the past. "I wish to stay with madre. I never think of leaving until--until she is gone. But then--"

She smiled, her eyes and tone lightening up. "Then I hear that mi padre--he is alive. Mi padre, I do not like very much, but he comes with more familia, and them I like! So I stay here!"

Terra reached out, taking Angeline's hand. "Change, it is hard," she said. "Painful, too. But you will learn the way around! And I will--I will grow. And not forget. Oh!" she said letting go. "I need to start the next dish. But I will still talk while cooking!" she promised, getting to her feet and heading for the counters again to get to work.

"Do you like music, senorita Angeline?" Terra asked.

"Then we will have music after dinner!" Terra declared as she set the rice cooker to cooking. She went to work on the sauces next, mixing them together with quick, happy movements. "Do you play an instrument? Or sing?" she asked. "You do not need to see the music to learn to play it!"

"Ah, but it is so much fun!" Terra said--she was obviously biased. "It is a wonderful thing, creating music! But it is good to listen to it, as well," she said, flushing as she realized she sounded a bit demanding... (sort of.)

"It turns out that music runs in my family," she said. "Mi Madre, she did not play either--I had to learn from the mariachi band violinist--but this side of the family, they play!"