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[housewareshero]

(Give me your threads, your birds, your huddled telepathic thoughts yearning to be heard. Positive reception is not guaranteed. This IS Ash, after all.)

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[torsion]

You could stand to learn a bit of subtlety, you know.

[ It's there in hers, too. That one-two punch from earlier that she thought was her being subtle has all but dissipated. She's more than glad, though to ignore the blossoming feeling in her chest, like sparklers going off and trickling throughout her. ]

Oh! I made them. It's, ah, been a while. So I was a little worried they might end up soggy or with bad texture. [ She nearly stumbles around her words. ] Figured if I'm going to do something nice it should have meaning behind it.

[housewareshero]

Why?

[no, really, Jill, what's the point of that? he doesn't get it]

You ... you made them? Seriously? Holy cow. You cook like that all the time, or just when yer sendin' me notes I fuck up on responding to?

[torsion]

Funnier that way.

[ She has her priorities sorted out, obviously. Although a little subtlety can be charming, too, she's not going to say that. ]

Occasionally, yeah. Kind of hard when you spend so much time traveling. [ She pauses before offering more clarification. ] My father had one of those small early morning bakeries, the sort that closes around noon whenever it sold out.

[ She can only disregard his actual question and a real answer for so long. ]

I was kind of an avoidant asshole. It's an... apology. Like I said, I don't... talk about myself or the past a lot -- never, actually. I shut down on you. I'll make it up to you if you'll let me.