Blankly, her eyes a little wide and jaw a little slack, she watches the rat put down their food, watches Gren spread the butter on his pancakes, then looks up and stares intently at the wall where he says a door should be.
After a minute, she looks right at Gren again. "You're kidding me, right?"
If he is, he's good. The smooth shiny hair, the big blue eyes, the reluctantly earnest expression he's been giving her: she could almost believe every word out of his mouth.
"You're not?"
Lowering her head, she looks down at her own pancakes.
(Her stomach rumbles a reminder of how hungry she was when she left her room.)
"How much do I want to know?" she mutters, then raises her chin again. "You better tell me everything."
How else is she supposed to know what to do with herself?
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Date: 2007-06-28 06:31 am (UTC)After a minute, she looks right at Gren again. "You're kidding me, right?"
If he is, he's good. The smooth shiny hair, the big blue eyes, the reluctantly earnest expression he's been giving her: she could almost believe every word out of his mouth.
"You're not?"
Lowering her head, she looks down at her own pancakes.
(Her stomach rumbles a reminder of how hungry she was when she left her room.)
"How much do I want to know?" she mutters, then raises her chin again. "You better tell me everything."
How else is she supposed to know what to do with herself?