[ There was a hot minute in her recent memory when she might have attempted the same thing as Cathaway, this pretense of a happy family, harking back to her own childhood. Freud guffaws. But that's past now.
She regards Ilde for a moment, almost as if she's considering obeying. It passes, and her words are tossed aside as she steps away. ]
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She regards Ilde for a moment, almost as if she's considering obeying. It passes, and her words are tossed aside as she steps away. ]
Thanks for the meal.