@Laggy Lagiacrus Tanitha sighed as she set the last box down, wiping a stray wisp of white-blond hair out of her face as she straightened her back only to be knocked forward by a four-and-a-half year-old running smack into the back of her legs. Stumbling to regain her balance, she turned around to face the giggling boy, who had fallen back on his bottom from the impact. "Patrick" she chided, stretching out the last syllable of his name in 'you're in trouble' fashion. He continued laughing as he crab-walked backward across the plank floors of their new home, which still smelt like the local wood it was built from. Tanitha sighed; he was probably expecting her to try and chase him, but she was too tired. She was always too tired, these days. Still, there was a life, a clarity to this village, that made her feel slightly less weighted down than the city had. "Is everything in the house now, Patrick?" she asked, sitting down on the crate she'd just transported, herself. She'd left her son the task of moving the small bits and pieces, including the few toys he'd been able to bring, the pillows, and some of the lighter gristmill pieces, as well. The boy nodded, hope fading slightly on his face as he edged away slowly, still anticipating a chase for a moment before he flopped into a sitting position. "Uh-huh" "Good job." she complimented, brushing at her hair again in the eternal battle to keep it in its thin ponytail. She looked through the open doorway; the sun was still high in the sky. They'd eaten some packed sandwiches on the ride here, but she could go for a snack, and probably her little kiddo could use one, too. Pushing herself back to her feet, the slight woman walked into the small kitchen which was immediately to the right of the doorway. She'd dropped the case of foodstuffs on the counter there. Carefully lifting the top off of the box, she peered inside. The initial allowance from Novacorp would allow her to buy some groceries, but she'd brought some food along to put them by until she could get to the store. It'd be too crowded to go, get food, come back, and set up house before bedtime today. Everyone was setting up, everyone would need supplies. She reached into the box and pulled out a bag of apples, turning some over in her hand through the bag. A few were bruised, but otherwise fine. She laid it down on the counter, glancing at Patrick, who was climbing up on some of the other boxes. "Careful" she warned, drawing her attention back to the task at hand. There was a faucet and sink - good, indoor plumbing. She drew out two apples and started the water. It had to wait a moment, and she was just about to look for the pipes when it coughed and started gurgling clear water. She rinsed the dust from the ride over off of the apples with her hands before setting them down on the counter. Food had been one of the heaviest boxes, but she was glad she didn't have to go out shopping; it'd be much easier if all she had to do was set up the house basics and put Patrick down for the night - that last item being a task of itself. A knock on the door frame interrupted her search for a knife with which to cut the snacks. She turned around, shading her eyes from the sunlight. A woman with red hair stood in the window; a good deal stouter than Tanitha, with a ruddy complexion and red cheeks. "Hi there!" the stranger greeted. "Did you just move in?" "Y-yes" Tanitha confirmed, stepping forward as Patrick scrambled off of his perch to hide behind her legs. She lowered a comforting hand to rest on his head. "I'm Roxann, can I come in?" she was leaning through the doorway, beaming with a smile that showed a few dimples among the freckles on her cheeks. "Uh, yes, yes, please." Tanitha gestured with her free hand, unsure what else to do. "What a beautiful home." Roxann complimented as she stepped inside. "Oh, I didn't get your name." "It's Tanitha." "And who's this little man?" Roxann squatted down to her knees, beaming a big smile at Patrick that only made him shrink back, pulling her skirt outward to hide himself. "Patrick, sorry, he's shy." she excused, gently coaxing her skirt back from his tight fist. "Is there something we can do for you?" "In a way; I came to invite you out. There's a bit of a to-do going on in the square at dinner time; a cookout and some music. Those of us who have been here a few weeks wanted to welcome you newcomers; we're all stuck here together so we may as well get along!" Roxann's voice wasn't loud, per-se, but it had a boisterous quality that made Tanitha want to lower and slow her own tone, in the hopes that it might make her visitor a little more tranquil; not that Tanitha's mannerisms were generally strong to start with. "That sounds nice, but I'm afraid we don't do very well in crowds." she excused, glancing down at her child, who was only just garnering the nerve to peek around for an inspection of the newcomer. "What crowd? There's only about ten or twenty of us here at present, hon, and there's even a couple other youngsters for yours to play with; he'll be fine." The contradiction of what would be 'fine' for her son made Tanitha want to refuse on principle, but, well, she was 'stuck here', as the other woman put it. It could make for a bad impression not to go meet the neighbours. If she was going to make a fresh start here, she might as well do it properly. "All right" she agreed, "do I need to bring anything?" "Food if you're able, but don't worry, we've got enough already." Roxann smiled triumphantly. "See you there, then!" she gave a half-wave as she let herself out, leaving the door open as she had found it. Tanitha didn't close it either; the sunshine was nice. "Are we going to a party?" Ah, he'd found his voice again. "Seems that way." the boy detached himself from her as she turned back to going through the utensils she'd brought, lifting out a paring knife and beginning to quarter the apples on the counter. "Are we gonna play games?" "Maybe." mentally, Tanitha was going through the baking goods she'd brought with her; there was possibly enough that she could whip off some cookies if she started soon. "Are there gonna be snacks?" "Maybe." she started to slice the quarters horizontally, contemplating if she should set up their beds now or wait until after the festivities. "Is there other kids?" "Maybe." A tug on her skirt tuned her back in - ah, he'd picked up on her auto response "Momma! Is there gonna be other kids?" "Yes, hon, a few." "Are they nice?" "Probably, you'll have to meet them and see. Bring me a bowl from over there." they continued, chattering, fetching, dicing and mixing until the sun was beginning to dip low on the mountains around the village, tinting everything an orange shade. She finished sorting the boxes between the three rooms of their small house, and Patrick was polishing off his spoon-licking duties. "All right, get your coat, let's go." "It's too hot" "It won't be later, come on." she could hear the murmur of voices gathering in the nearby village square already. There had been a few other people on the wagon with them, but she hadn't really gotten to know any of them, and she hadn't had a chance to meet anyone in town - besides Roxann - at all.