At work, Jaina officially broke things off with John, and even if she thought it was the right thing to do, it hadn't stopped her from having a seriously good cry about it last night. And a little this morning. She was doing pretty okay, though. Maybe she'd known this was coming since the picnic, and it was civil enough that she thought something could be salvaged out of it. Even if it meant she could never listen to the radio again.

Besides the eyes that were still a little puffy, Jaina appeared to be handling it well. She'd gone about her day as normal, doing some training, working, (running a Google search for Bea Arthur, thanks Deadpool), running errands, and finally calling Rose to say that there needed to be ice cream and she should come over.

And then she took a seat on the sofa, really wishing she had a TV or something just so it wouldn't seem so quiet.


[For she who gets to share in ice cream.]