She looked over the rim of her dark glasses disbelievingly. "Pallid was me not being harsh enough."
Looking around the apartment with a small shake of her head, she dropped her bag on the couch. "Sit," she said, pointing a finger at the couch in an almost accusatory manner.
"Luckily for you and your frail self, I took the liberty of bringing food," she remarked, twisting her hair up and securing it before rolling up her sleeves. She may not know how took cook, but she did know how to assemble food rather deftly. Well, some foods.
Thankfully ice cream needed only bowls and spoons.
Which she had forgotten.
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