Her smile is tentative, like she's just waiting for them to start fighting again. But the food smells really good and maybe they're gonna be okay after this...there might not be anything to worry about at all. "Maybe. I could teach you how to cook, maybe...and then you could get a job at a real restaurant." She suggests, moving forward to grab her plate with her good hand.
"I don't think my hand will blister..." She says, once she's sitting on the bar stool at the kitchen island. "...And I'm sorry I called you a jerk." Even if he was kind of being one, she knows she only really got angry and hurt herself because he was right and it rattled her.
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Date: 2012-03-05 12:58 am (UTC)"I don't think my hand will blister..." She says, once she's sitting on the bar stool at the kitchen island. "...And I'm sorry I called you a jerk." Even if he was kind of being one, she knows she only really got angry and hurt herself because he was right and it rattled her.