Prim smiled to Hazel as she asked her about school, how things had gone for her first year, what she'd learned, and Prim answered the questions as best she could, it was easy to answer questions like this because Hazel was always so willing to listen to whatever answers Prim would give her, that was one of the differences to being adopted four years ago, unlike Iris and Forrest who had little memory of their parents. Prim didn't remember hers either, but she had enough memory of them that she hadn't yet called Hazel or Sam by mum or dad. She didn't think it was that big of a deal, but she could tell it hurt Hazel. Sam seemed more understanding but Hazel and her never really got along properly. Once the inquisition was finished, though she knew she shouldn't see it that way, she headed away from the kitchen table to go and find Forrest. She headed up the stairs to his room first, because that felt like the best place to find him. His inquisition was before hers, and she knocked on his door lightly before poking her head in. "Forrest? How did you go with Hazel?"
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