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abigail took the apron into her hands, glancing down at the pattern. cute! she put it on, tying the waist ties behind her back. " chef, yes chef, " a hushed snicker.
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@mswcrld “ perfect. now, come here. ” a spare apron is held out, it has a small but flowery pattern, so faint it merges with the fabric's color. “ you're going to be the sous—chef for the day. ”
@visceravous " sounds good! " rarely going anywhere besides your home and the port haven psychiatric facility, anywhere else felt like a luxury. excited, even if it's just the grocery. *😊
@visceravous abigail would ask to take her with you, but she knew better. " where do you even shop? everything you cook with is so bougie .. " not quite an insult; more so different than what she's used to.
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it's funny to imagine —— maybe even ironic. the fish dotted around in the pond aren't worrying as much as she is; they probably never will. " dumber too, but oh well .. " joking to lighten the mood.
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abigail wonders if laughing would be in bad taste. instead, she watches your line, waiting her turn. " do you think they're lucky for having short memory? " she believes they are. " maybe they're happier. "
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with a glance towards her— a quick learner, he'd note, he lets the beginnings of a smile tug at his lips. " they don't have the capacity to retain memory like humans do ," he starts.
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