[Laura is sitting on couch nearby, watching Josh help the smaller kids. Her hands are stuffed in her leather jacket's pockets, and there is a small smile on her face. She is not good with people, but if Laura is good with anyone, it is with kids. Maybe because there's a part of her that wants to know what it would have been like to be one. She certainly wouldn't be opposed to making construction-paper turkeys. It looks amusing.
One of the children dumps his Crayola pack, and a few crayons roll over to Laura's feet. She leans down wordlessly to pick them up, looking at them with interest before holding them out to the boy. Then her eyes lift and find Josh's.]
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One of the children dumps his Crayola pack, and a few crayons roll over to Laura's feet. She leans down wordlessly to pick them up, looking at them with interest before holding them out to the boy. Then her eyes lift and find Josh's.]