[ Claire has opted out of going to the execution. Though she voted for it, she sees no reason to bear witness when others have it covered. Instead, she focuses on setting up a spot with all of her herbs and other things. Anyone who comes to see her is going to be asked to chat with her, which is explained upfront. For anyone who doesn't want to sit through the process, she has bags of pre-bagged tea ready to go.* But for those who do, she welcomes them to sit and begins with a small but warm smile and a question. ]

What's your favorite season?

[ Claire does find time to eat and wander the potluck, though she mainly stays to the outer edges and people watches. She's always preferred it, rather than be near the center of any attention in a large group. Still, the atmosphere is fine, even with a faint undercurrent of solemnity.

Wandering with a plate, she decides she doesn't need both molasses cookies she snagged, and offers it up to a small child she sees. Kneeling to their level, she smiles and hands it over, then nudges him back in the direction of his mother before standing with smile that lingers. ]