Going to Weather

Panel 1 [View of the three of them sitting at the table, chatting. Ezra is looking over at Lizzie, who’s sitting primly, eyes closed. Their mother looks fondly at them both. Show time has passed, with the candles burning low, the bowls empty, bread crusts, crumpled cloth napkins on the table]

EZRA:
You made that bread yourself, huh? Really good.

LIZZIE:
I know what I’m doin’.

EZRA:
Became a baker’s apprentice and everythin’ while I was gone. I’m impressed. You still goin’ to school though, yeah?

LIZZIE:
Um. When I’m able.

Panel 2 [Lizzie looks over at Ezra curiously, and Ezra looks down with a slight laugh. Ezra is in the foreground in this panel.]

LIZZIE:
How many whales d’you think you’re gonna catch this time?

EZRA:
Oh, I dunno. A lot, hopefully.

Panel 3 [Ezra reaches in his coat pocket as he remembers something, Lizzie leaning forward with even more curiosity to see what he’s getting. His mother glances over at him as well]

EZRA:
Oh! I almost forgot—

Panel 4 [Ezra hands a scrimshaw'd whale tooth to an excited Lizzie.]

EZRA:
Made this for you.

LIZZIE:
Woah!

Panel 5 [Lizzie looks at the tooth in her hands, captivated, and Ezra’s voice comes from off camera.]

LIZZIE:
You ever get bit by one of these?

EZRA:
No. And I hope I never will.

LIZZIE:
You made this? And I just made you bread…

EZRA:
Best bread I ever had.

Panel 6 [Ezra reaching over to affectionately brush Lizzie’s hair back. Lizzie is frowning. His mother is smiling slightly but looking tired, waving her on.]

EZRA:
I bet you gotta get up early for that baker though, hm. You should get some sleep.

LIZZIE:
Nah.

EZRA:
I’ll be here tomorrow.

MA:
Go on, Lizzie.

LIZZIE:
Ffffiiine.