Date: 2022-10-27 10:36 am (UTC)
handleyourshit: from cap by walkingdeadicons on tumblr (Neutral: Sulk)
"Fine, keep your secrets. I like flattery as much as the next girl." Its the second or third time since the contract has come out that Jacob has politely declined to answer a question or not comment on a topic, and she understands, she's not angry in the least, but she hasn't failed to notice either.

He can have his British spellings, too, but she watches him a moment anyway before finally taking a bite of her cake.

She hasn't had a cake like this before, she doesn't know what to expect, but - it's good. It's really good, and she pushes another piece of it around her plate a moment before taking another bite and chewing thoughtfully.

"I get it and all," she says, and the humor is gone from her voice. How many times has she said outright that she doesn't trust anyone? But he brought her cake, which she told him she dreams about from the old world, and they're in a strange situation, and she can let it slide. She clears her throat. "Before my group found the community we finally settled in, we moved around, just trying to stay alive. We'd meet people out on the road, and we'd have to make a call about whether to trust them or not. Whether to take them with us and hope they didn't steal from us or try to kill us - or leave them knowing they'd probably die."
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