texasranger commented on michimonster's post in blueridgeschool:

She had burned her hand pretty badly in the process, but Hunter had been determined to whip up a semi-edible brunch for Michi. After everything that she had said, done, and fucked up in the last twenty-four hours, she figured that she owed her girlfriend at least that. She still hadn't been sure where Mich had woken up, and the thought made her jealous and a little sick to her stomach, so when her phone began to vibrate while she was stirring the soup, she was elated.

Grabbing it with her unburnt hand, she stirred with her injury, using one thumb to quickly text back a simple reply: be up in 1 sec love ya.

It was the best that she could come up with, explaining everything awkward and dreadful she had done with Mack would have to come later, face to face unfortunately. When her food was read, the blonde gathered it all up onto a tray, hoping for the best as she began to cross the dorm kitchens, balancing the meal in her hands and silently hoping for the best. Reaching Michi's room felt like it took about a hundred years, though the slow shuffling walk that she had needed to use to prevent spilling hadn't helped, but when she finally arrived, she was quite relieved.

"It's me, boo!" Hunter called out, taking her hands and holding the tray with one hand for a second, long enough to twist the knob and use her hip to shove the door open. "Hungry?" she asked, seeing that Michi was already eating, but not feeling discouraged. Since Michi had gotten pregnant, she had been eating with a Hunter sized appetite. Between the two of them, they had brought down many stacks of snacks in the last few months. Setting the food down on Michi's desk, she moved over to flop down next to her girlfriend, making a face. "What ya watchin'? What is this crap?" she asked.