"I know." She said with a smile, still a bit amazed herself at the control she was able to demand. When she had first begun, Jane thought that maybe she would need to work her way up to bigger plant life, but it seemed that her realm of control was pretty straight-forward. It was the healing side of things that it seemed she still needed to hone.

She slipped into the bedroom behind Jake and landed firm on her feet, glancing around. She barely heard him at first, so wrapped up was she in the memory of it all. "... I'm not sure yet." She murmured, moving to her bed and allowing her fingertips to trace along the dusty duvet. Her eyes stung, and she swallowed heavily. Posters littered her walls of mustachioed men, Problem Sleuth memorabilia, and favorite movies. A few recipes were tacked here and there, along with the stray sticky note or reminder. She walked to one and peeled it off the wall. "... Pick up cake batter. You're not a teen anymore, Janey!" She frowned, her voice growing soft. "... This was only months before it happened..."