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"I haven't..." Raven answered, looking up at her husband and giving him a smile. Originally coming from a poor area, people had no time or money for leisure activities. People were born, they grew up protecting their homes from thieving orphans and Gatherers, they worked, they ate, they slept, they reproduced, they died. There were occasional bombings of Science Facilities by the pro-naturalist activists, of which her father was one. But she didn't want to think of her father, or those bombings - not now, not ever again.
She remembered her mother, however, when she was a lot younger, telling her how she'd play the piano when she was a girl a little bit older than Raven, and how the beautiful notes spilled from her fingers to form slow, captivating melodies...This was a long time ago, though - before the sickness was properly discovered - but since hearing those stories, Raven had always wanted to be able to play just as her mother had. That dream had disappeared for a while when she was growing up, but now, being in a place where she thought it may actually be possible, and hearing about what Decker enjoyed, it brought back those memories. This, and reading, were the only forms of leisure she knew of.