so much of our lives is just carving through the dark
Waving him off - they both know her cooking skills are average at best and even more questionable when involving a wildcard like Sunjata - Isla sets the water to boiling and turns back to the cobbler. "Did she now?" she says of Melita with a raise of her brows, carefully transferring her blackberry mixture to the oven dish she plans to use to bake it in. "How long after eating did she say this, exactly? You gave it a little bit to check it didn't poison her?" Eyes glimmering with amusement, Isla gestures for Sunjata to take over the dough to drop on top of the mixture.
"I saw her the other day as well, actually. She seems to be doing really well," she says, letting the Flood get on with it and going back to their coffee. At his protests at not being lanky, she does glance over her shoulder to look him up and down with an appraising eye, humming skeptically. "Alright, fine," she says, "but whatever you are, you still cast quite a shadow." Given that he's almost a full foot taller than her, Isla feels as if she has a right to say as much.
Setting own a cup of coffee for him and, providing he's done with cobbler assembly, moving to put it in the oven, her expression softens considerably as he brings up Everest. "He's good," she says with a gentle nod. "Things are good. It... I never expected to have anything like this again."
"I saw her the other day as well, actually. She seems to be doing really well," she says, letting the Flood get on with it and going back to their coffee. At his protests at not being lanky, she does glance over her shoulder to look him up and down with an appraising eye, humming skeptically. "Alright, fine," she says, "but whatever you are, you still cast quite a shadow." Given that he's almost a full foot taller than her, Isla feels as if she has a right to say as much.
Setting own a cup of coffee for him and, providing he's done with cobbler assembly, moving to put it in the oven, her expression softens considerably as he brings up Everest. "He's good," she says with a gentle nod. "Things are good. It... I never expected to have anything like this again."
