Woodchips, they should have given me something harder.

[Charlie's making breakfast. The waffle iron is on, there is bacon frying in a pan and coffee brewing in the pot nearby. This is unusual because Charlie doesn't typically eat breakfast. However, she's noticed people on the device acting strangely. THey've forgotten things, as far as she can tell, and she wanted to make sure she hadn't.

So far, so good. She's content to crack some eggs into a bowl and scramble them, setting that aside long enough to open a bag of shredded cheese and dump some of that in the eggs. She steps back, looking over what she's done so far when the oven dings. A small towel is grabbed, the oven is open and out she pulls cinnamon rolls.]

Okay. Far as I can tell, I'm not cursed. I still remember how to cook, at the very least, but only time will tell.

[Pause.] Man, I cooked a lot. Wonder if Bucky and Steve are hungry?


[And with that, she begins cooking the eggs.]

[Charlie's seated, probably outside somewhere. She has the network device pointed at herself and she's humming slightly. Probably something from the concert. What? The music wasn't that bad. It was pretty amazing, actually, and her first concert.]

So...now that I am out of my skates and back in my regular clothes, I have to say for a first curse, that wasn't what I was expecting. Truth be told, I have no clue what I was expecting. I know waking up with a desire to put on a poodle skirt and skate around with french fries and malts on a tray wasn't it.

[She's amused, fiddling with the device a moment before shifting. It's now obvious she's on a bench somewhere.] Does anyone else have You Send Me by Sam Goode stuck in their head, as well? [She shrugs.] It's not a bad song. My parents used to dance in the kitchen in my grandfathers lake house to it at 2 AM when they thought I was sleeping. And yeah, that song is even before their time but still.

[Ah, memories. She smiles a bit briefly before saying one last thing.] That was fun.