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She laughs because it’s true. There’s no reason for her to be here - they could just board the Bakery up and condemn it and all its memories to the dusty annals of Hollowed Grounds’ history. Not enough non-Ascended here to create a fully supported bakery business anyway, and you wouldn’t find any of her kin working near fire… or tasting things, for that matter. So emotional masochist it is, and she acknowledges the truth when her head ducks for a moment to her chest - still chuckling, however - and awkwardly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Yeeeaaaah, we’re a little fucked up,” she agrees before shaking his hand. And she hopes what he says is true - she loves Isla dearly, but the Remedy had gotten them into a difficult position by not taking actionas much as she, herself, had by doing so. “Maybe you’ll be able to be removed enough to make better decisions,” she offers, fully acknowledging her own faults. “So I guess it’s time for a Big Reveal kind of talk, hmmm?”
There’s so much he doesn’t know, which was intentional, but now creates a bit of a knowledge-vaccuum. Prepping and cooking a couple of ‘coons could take a bit of time, so she nods and gestures to the ovens. “For that weird Fiat Lux in the swamp. If you wouldn’t mind handling the fire and a bit of water to clean a prep area, we can kill two birds with one stone and I can talk you through a lot of what’s going on right now.” At least on her end.
“Yeeeaaaah, we’re a little fucked up,” she agrees before shaking his hand. And she hopes what he says is true - she loves Isla dearly, but the Remedy had gotten them into a difficult position by not taking actionas much as she, herself, had by doing so. “Maybe you’ll be able to be removed enough to make better decisions,” she offers, fully acknowledging her own faults. “So I guess it’s time for a Big Reveal kind of talk, hmmm?”
There’s so much he doesn’t know, which was intentional, but now creates a bit of a knowledge-vaccuum. Prepping and cooking a couple of ‘coons could take a bit of time, so she nods and gestures to the ovens. “For that weird Fiat Lux in the swamp. If you wouldn’t mind handling the fire and a bit of water to clean a prep area, we can kill two birds with one stone and I can talk you through a lot of what’s going on right now.” At least on her end.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
