Went out and got what you needed is a phrase that feels so cheap here, feels so easy when she's harvested with her hands and a knife in a field, when she's hunted with a bow and a spear; she picked it off a shelf, swiped a card, and carried it home.
But the cake gives her more pause still than that, and it takes a moment or two to sort out what she actually feels about it, to find the corners of her mouth quirking.
"I did say that, didn't I?" She has to dig that particular memory out of a soup of other, far less pleasant ones, but it's easy: lemon cream cake is one of her go to comfort memories from the old world, something that was safe because she knew she'd never see it again in her lifetime. Not like she remembered it. "Thank you," she says, with the warm gratitude of someone who isn't used to others remembering details about her, who isn't used to the small, mundane gestures anymore.
"Just for that, I'm gonna find you some tea bags," she announces, and begins digging through drawers and cabinets in the large kitchen. There's a foil-covered casserole dish and a covered saucepan on the stove, and the aforementioned bottle of scotch on the counter beside her glass of water. She does eventually produce a small box of assorted tea bags, and shows him with a small smirk. "How offensive is this? I still have the lemonade and the booze."
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Date: 2022-10-23 10:09 pm (UTC)But the cake gives her more pause still than that, and it takes a moment or two to sort out what she actually feels about it, to find the corners of her mouth quirking.
"I did say that, didn't I?" She has to dig that particular memory out of a soup of other, far less pleasant ones, but it's easy: lemon cream cake is one of her go to comfort memories from the old world, something that was safe because she knew she'd never see it again in her lifetime. Not like she remembered it. "Thank you," she says, with the warm gratitude of someone who isn't used to others remembering details about her, who isn't used to the small, mundane gestures anymore.
"Just for that, I'm gonna find you some tea bags," she announces, and begins digging through drawers and cabinets in the large kitchen. There's a foil-covered casserole dish and a covered saucepan on the stove, and the aforementioned bottle of scotch on the counter beside her glass of water. She does eventually produce a small box of assorted tea bags, and shows him with a small smirk. "How offensive is this? I still have the lemonade and the booze."