[ The distance between herself and Jo was intentional, even if it was sometimes painful. It didn't take long to see that Jo had set up a life for herself here in Wonderland. Ellen would be a part of it, there was no question about that, but she knew better than to think that she needed to be tripping her daughter up with her presence.
As much time as she'd needed to wrap her head around this place, she was also trying to wrap her head around a Jo that had survived here for so long. More than that, a daughter who had managed to build a family here. She was as proud as a mother could be, but she was also unsure of how she fit.
That didn't mean that she didn't frequent the bar often enough. Or that she hadn't taken it on herself to get behind the bar a time or two. She hadn't quite gotten around to asking if Jo needed a hand, it looked like things were running well enough without her, all things considered.
She opened the door and glanced at the bag in Jo's hand. ]
Lunch, huh? You trying to butter me up for something?
[ She's joking. She steps back, opening the door wide and giving her daughter a small grin.]
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As much time as she'd needed to wrap her head around this place, she was also trying to wrap her head around a Jo that had survived here for so long. More than that, a daughter who had managed to build a family here. She was as proud as a mother could be, but she was also unsure of how she fit.
That didn't mean that she didn't frequent the bar often enough. Or that she hadn't taken it on herself to get behind the bar a time or two. She hadn't quite gotten around to asking if Jo needed a hand, it looked like things were running well enough without her, all things considered.
She opened the door and glanced at the bag in Jo's hand. ]
Lunch, huh? You trying to butter me up for something?
[ She's joking. She steps back, opening the door wide and giving her daughter a small grin.]
Let me guess. Pancakes.