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[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's back from the dead and looking quite mild about it? She's in the kitchen, too, digging through the fridge. After a bit, she's decided to snack on a piece of fruit. Mmm, peaches.]

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[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[turns back around with a bottle of orange juice- glowers.]

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

You make really shitty soup.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

Ugh, how does anyone deal with you?

[resisting the urge to hit her because she knows that won't turn out well, and grabs that toast, putting it on the tray with a new bowl of soup.]

[covetousheart.livejournal.com]

Oh, they manage.

[pluiet.livejournal.com]

[hey fuck off. too bad she's leaving now, tray in her grasp.]