Well, the weather is acting normally again. There's just something so
weird about a warm winter. I mean, it doesn't seem quite right, is all.
You know, it's a funny season...does anybody know why peppermint is so popular in the winter? I would've thought that with it tasting cold and all, it would be a big thing in the summer when it's hot and people need to think cold. Not now, when it's chilly already.
...it has such a nice smell, though, I will give it that...
[Anya goes quiet, as if lost in thought. When she speaks again, it's very distant, as if she's not sure where it's all coming from. As if she's not fully aware of what she's saying.]...peppermint...there was a bottle of peppermint hand oil, it belonged to...to somebody important.
Somebody special...and one time, I spilled it all over the carpet. It was soaked, and it forever smelled of peppermint!
[She smiles to herself, shaking her head.]I refused to let anybody wash the carpet out fully. To keep the smell on it, you know. And oh, I use to lie on it when she was away, missing her so, and--
[She blinks suddenly, eyes wide, and she shakes her head rapidly, confused.]I'm sorry, what was I saying? Something about mint and winter, right?
[She shakes her head again, looking confused and concerned...like she'd said something important and lost it.]
[[ooc: Anya's been cursed with Auld Lang Syne! Her little ramble about peppermint is based on this scene. And because I'm a terrible person, her memories are slippery and vague and will only serve to confuse her more.]]