Like, leave before somebody drops a house on you, too Glinda? ( yes, caroline's seen — and adored — the wizard of oz. she can't help but laugh, a delighted little sound bubbling up in response. ) I cannot believe you met Glinda the Good Witch. That's... wow.

( she's stunned a little into silence, even. not that anything's ever really silent, now that she knows how to listen; the crunch of the snow beneath her boots, the faint echo of conversations in the distance from people wandering in and out of the storefronts that face out to the street, even the sound of their breathing, steady and in sync, provides a soundtrack to their walk through the city. )

I hope it's not a bad kind of weird, though.