( Since she couldn't find food in her apartment (what is that loud box thing? clearly it doesn't hold food), little bitty Belarus was out on the streets, trying to find food for herself. She's very hungry, okay.

Clearly, her little excursion outside was successful, since she's managed to find her way back, and managed to knock the computer on with her chubby little hands. She doesn't seem to trust the sandwich she has in her hand as proper food, but she's munching on it all the same. (Basically, she went outside and stole someone's food. Have fun if that's yours.) )

[ the camera flicks on mid-clatter in an obvious collision with the ground, and the audio is now mostly the rustling of cloth and soft click of heels, until someone pulls the camera up off the floor, the video feed spinning dizzily in their hands as they brings it around to face them. Belgium is younger now than she was last time anyone saw her, clearly in her teens, a frown on her pretty face, but she at least seems like she knows what she's doing with the device. ]

Has anyone seen a boy what looks like he's gone and rolled through a vegetable patch? Or an unbreeched baby with a cowlick? Or else even a big old soldier with a scar roundabouts here —? [ she gestures across her forehead... ] Prob'ly out causin' trouble, if I know any of 'em... Bro, if you break anything —!!

[ she shakes the camera, presumably in warning, unintentionally switching it off. ]

Bet I'd like this place a lot better if there were some boats.

Uhh... Johanna... I think something might be wrong with our oven. You might want to stay out until I can at least get rid of some of the smell.

Tip to the wise: When baking anything, make certain that you check it often.

_{( You may have noticed him wandering around over the past week, you may have not. Either way, he doesn’t seemed much perturbed by any of this, at this point. )}

Anyone know where I can get a fix.

_{( Weed should always be your first concern, children. )}