"The last time anyone let me do anything," she returns, "I couldn't reach doorknobs." But she cocks her head slightly at the comment, but it's true that it's so far off anything they've talked about, she isn't going to pick it up right now. They're still feeling each other out in every other way, she's not about to go there.
"Believe me, plenty of people," she snorts, rolling her eyes, but she's not worried about them. She's interested in the man sitting in front of her, who describes her that way and came up here anyway. It's still a little strange sometimes, hearing that from others. Not as strange as it once was, but she relaxes a bit anyway.
"Then finish up so we can get to the cake," is her response instead, and she takes another mouthful herself.
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Date: 2022-10-25 02:31 pm (UTC)"Believe me, plenty of people," she snorts, rolling her eyes, but she's not worried about them. She's interested in the man sitting in front of her, who describes her that way and came up here anyway. It's still a little strange sometimes, hearing that from others. Not as strange as it once was, but she relaxes a bit anyway.
"Then finish up so we can get to the cake," is her response instead, and she takes another mouthful herself.