[She hums quietly as she reaches for a second handful of nuts, attention still focused on her task, something distant and untouchable in the set of her expression.]
From what?
[Final few slivers falling between carefully held fingers, each little piece falling to the tray below with a soft sound, minutely shifting the others around it. Each piece chaotic, but from a distance the spread is even, neat, controlled and rational.
no subject
From what?
[Final few slivers falling between carefully held fingers, each little piece falling to the tray below with a soft sound, minutely shifting the others around it. Each piece chaotic, but from a distance the spread is even, neat, controlled and rational.
It's just a cake.]