[In the space between words, hers and his, Havoc allowed him the privacy of weakness, turning her head back to the soup she had simmering on the small kitchen stove the rover provided. Turned back for the clearing of throat, the coming speech.]
I don't mind babysitting.
[Assured, making sure to keep her tone light, conversational. No need to think about incurring debt or inconvenience. After all- she was free. Unpunished.]
- do you like soup?
[The only explanation for that somewhat classic, somewhat distorted smell of homemade... meat and leek? Was that even recognizable meat?]
no subject
I don't mind babysitting.
[Assured, making sure to keep her tone light, conversational. No need to think about incurring debt or inconvenience. After all- she was free. Unpunished.]
- do you like soup?
[The only explanation for that somewhat classic, somewhat distorted smell of homemade... meat and leek? Was that even recognizable meat?]