She'd like you. [ Jim doesn't answer about how much he misses his mom, but imagining Zell standing in the kitchen at the inn, his mother shoving a spoonful of soup in his general direction and demanding he see if it tasted right… it makes him miss her all the more, but somehow it isn't as painful.
Zell would be hanging out in front of the fire, maybe, put to work because nobody got to sample the inn's food for free, but his mother would be humming something and maybe Zell would be tapping his feet as the two of them worked.
Jim'd come in from the cold and the two of them would be waiting for him and he'd be -
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Zell would be hanging out in front of the fire, maybe, put to work because nobody got to sample the inn's food for free, but his mother would be humming something and maybe Zell would be tapping his feet as the two of them worked.
Jim'd come in from the cold and the two of them would be waiting for him and he'd be -
he'd be home. ]
I hope you can meet her one day.