[There is a harshness to the answer, something so serious spoken so easily, but it doesn't so much as unsteady her hand. The last of the nuts spread evenly before she even answers- no spike of surprise or pity or anxiety from her mind. As serene as a still pond. As the last one settles on the tray she takes a breath, stands straighter and looks back up to him, attention returned.
The answer explains a lot. She wasn't family, not the way most people considered it. Found, instead of born. With enough time, he could find something similar here. If he knew how to let go of the past.]
It's almost done. Are you hungry?
[She rests her free hand on the oven's handle. Very almost done.]
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The answer explains a lot. She wasn't family, not the way most people considered it. Found, instead of born. With enough time, he could find something similar here. If he knew how to let go of the past.]
It's almost done. Are you hungry?
[She rests her free hand on the oven's handle. Very almost done.]