Sounds like fun. [By which she means it sounds like the most boring thing she could possibly imagine doing.
She finishes off her juice and covers the empty glass with her hands so she can rest her chin on it. She doesn't resent the quiet, but it pokes little holes in her defenses, making openings for thoughts to swirl in. The lobster, Chekov, the ghouls, dying... One or even two alone she could process, but altogether? She doesn't even know where to begin.
After a moment, she stands up and goes to peek at the pots, just for something to do.]
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She finishes off her juice and covers the empty glass with her hands so she can rest her chin on it. She doesn't resent the quiet, but it pokes little holes in her defenses, making openings for thoughts to swirl in. The lobster, Chekov, the ghouls, dying... One or even two alone she could process, but altogether? She doesn't even know where to begin.
After a moment, she stands up and goes to peek at the pots, just for something to do.]