Standing back up, Rachel nods. "Thank you." She says softly, unwrapping her hand as she leaves the kitchen. There's burn ointment in the First Aid Kit in the bathroom because seriously, when is Rachel ever unprepared? Applying the thick cream, she sighs, just letting it sit for a second. It feels wonderful. Maybe it won't end up being too bad of a burn...
She wraps her hand and heads back into the kitchen a few minutes later, hands kind of idle. She doesn't have on pants, so no pockets and even if she had them, she couldn't stick her burnt hand into it. And she can't fold her arms for the same reason.
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Date: 2012-03-05 12:27 am (UTC)She wraps her hand and heads back into the kitchen a few minutes later, hands kind of idle. She doesn't have on pants, so no pockets and even if she had them, she couldn't stick her burnt hand into it. And she can't fold her arms for the same reason.
"Did...uhm. How's breakfast coming?"