"Aren't you the man of a thousand skills? You'd think you'd know how to cook sweets in all that time, something useful," she mutters just loud enough to be bitchy. Because, to her, murder isn't useful.
Rahzel strides right on over to take the pan from him, checks him with her hip as she passes him to....get a box of brownie mix from the meager cabinets. When did she purchase that. Did she predict this.
"No, no chips! They're too salty and you'll get pimples and when you finally, for the love of god shave that god awful thing on your face-- you'll be sorry."
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17/5/16 03:43 (UTC)Rahzel strides right on over to take the pan from him, checks him with her hip as she passes him to....get a box of brownie mix from the meager cabinets. When did she purchase that. Did she predict this.
"No, no chips! They're too salty and you'll get pimples and when you finally, for the love of god shave that god awful thing on your face-- you'll be sorry."