Video...in which there is an abundance of scones

[inthejunk]

[Dawn is barely even trying to tickle the sky awake, but that doesn't seem to be squashing the enthusiasm of that annoying kid who either delivers or abuses pastries for a living -it's difficult to tell at times. There he is, with the usual shit eating customer service grin, hair rustling in the chilly breeze and full of fat, half-melted snowflakes. They don't seem to be bothering him at all.]

Attention, everyone. I'm Hanamura Yosuke. Hello to anyone who is new. There's good news this morning! Due to the weather, the scones from yesterday couldn't be sold at the Funtom bakery. I've had to come up with ways to use them, so I thought I would share.

[It's probably not a good idea to leave a somewhat resentful teenager to his own devices in a place of business. Or so one would believe, given what follows.]

If you grind them up like cat litter, they unstick snow-stuck cars. They can also be used as paper weights, and nut crackers. Some of the children on the playground have used them for stick ball! Really, the uses are endless. So please take them away before someone tries to eat one and breaks a tooth again.

[That slightly sarcastic and generally mean spirited bit of "advertisement" aside, the kid suddenly grows serious.]

Ah...there is one more use for them that I came up with. Since I didn't have anyone to ask for a blessing, I think the direct route will have to do.

[And there, behind him in the snow as he turns and pans the camera out, is one last (and equally unfirtunate) demonstration. There's something written out, huge and painstakingly, all in blueberry scone. There's even a heart made of sprinkled dried cranberry around it, which has bloomed up like rose petals with the moisture of the snow:]

MARRY ME NILL

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[reassures]

[...Oh. From when he went back to Inaba?]

I was attacked by something. Dave found me and took me to the hospital.

[inthejunk]

[That makes him draw in a deep breath.]

Something attacked you? Shit. You...are you alright? When did this happen?

[reassures]

October. I'm fine. Everything that got hurt then is healed now.

If Dave hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have been fine.

[inthejunk]

What happened? I...I was here then, wasn't I? I don't-wait. I think I do...you were in the hospital, right? And my side was hurt from something. And Lisbeth-san was there. I kept eating her pudding and I had to go bring her more.

I...I thought I'd remembered all the things I forgot.

[reassures]

It's okay if there are things you don't remember. That's normal.

[inthejunk]

Seriously? Ugh. It's really frustrating!

[reassures]

I know. But-- you should be able to remember most of the things that happened.

You shouldn't worry about it too much.

[inthejunk]

I can remember so many stupid, unimportant things. How could I forget something like that?

[reassures]

You never saw my injuries. You only saw me in a hospital bed. You visited me often, and Dave stayed with me as much as he could. That's all.

I don't think it left you with many bad memories. It's fine if you don't remember.

[inthejunk]

I'm keeping a journal from now on.

[reassures]

That might be a good idea.

[ ... ]

I take pictures. It helps.

[inthejunk]

Oh. So that's why.

[Yep, he's noticed.]

[reassures]

[She isn't surprised. She's not very subtle about it.]

There are a lot of people I can't remember. There are holes where their names and faces should be. I remember the things they did for me and what they meant to me, but not who they were.

[inthejunk]

Like the guy with the piano.

[reassures]

You remember that?

[inthejunk]

It seemed important.

[reassures]

It was.

[She's just... really surprised he remembered.]

There are a lot of people like that for me.

[inthejunk]

Yeah...I think I understand. I'm starting to forget things from home, too. I...I realized the other day I can't remember Souji's voice. Just that it was impossible not to do what he asked us to. It doesn't seem right that important things are so easy to forget.

[reassures]

There are a lot of things I don't remember about where I came from, too.

But-- I think that might just be because it's been a long time since I was there.

There was a woman named Naoto. She fought with a sword. Sometimes it's hard to remember why I liked her.

[inthejunk]

That's a really masculine name for a girl.

[reassures]

She wasn't very girly.

[inthejunk]

I understand what you mean.

[reassures]

She was strong. But sometimes the way I remember her doesn't feel right.

[inthejunk]

...Like how?

[reassures]

It doesn't feel real.