The Park [afternoon]

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Marilla Cuthbert wasn't used to not being in Avonlea, first of all, and was even more unused to having time on her hands. With her hair pulled up into a tight, no-nonsense bun (and the room she'd woken up in cleaned to within an inch of its life), Marilla decided to take a walk, which had led her to the benches by the pond, where she was now sitting in her long skirts, looking as unrelaxed as it was possible to do.

"No, I'm not feeding you, little beggers," she scolded the squirrels as they approached her.

[OOC: Oh so open.]