"The plate of them's fair game," she says cheerfully, nodding to it. "There's pickles in the fridge - a jar of them's for Les, but the other ones, you can feel free to munch on when they're done. July 14th, not before - it's on the lid." She rolls her eyes when they talk about skipping dinner for cookies, because while she's done it, it's not a good idea. "It'll make your stomach hurt," she says with a smile as she shakes her head slightly, like you can do what you want to do.
It's then she sees the emotion on Spencer's face, and her brows furrow for a second because she doesn't know if it's a good emotion or a bad one, and she just sort of stops where she is, her eyes flicking to Joel, and that's when she realises she's just... taken over the kitchen, and her stuff- it's everywhere, and Joel asks her how many people she's baking for-- "God, I didn't even realise how late it is," she clears her throat, feeling awkward, and she restacks the bowls she's used to put them away - she has a habit of washing while she works, so they're clean but the dishes are taking up space by the sink, and- "Just- when it cools, then- I mean, it won't be in the way long, the bread's just got to cool before I can put it away. There's- I was going to make- I can make them later," and the radio's blaring and she's pretty sure neither of them likes country music.
She doesn't get that it's okay, because she's read the whole thing sort of wrong and she's getting used to being a person again, to living with people who actually, genuinely like her.
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It's then she sees the emotion on Spencer's face, and her brows furrow for a second because she doesn't know if it's a good emotion or a bad one, and she just sort of stops where she is, her eyes flicking to Joel, and that's when she realises she's just... taken over the kitchen, and her stuff- it's everywhere, and Joel asks her how many people she's baking for-- "God, I didn't even realise how late it is," she clears her throat, feeling awkward, and she restacks the bowls she's used to put them away - she has a habit of washing while she works, so they're clean but the dishes are taking up space by the sink, and- "Just- when it cools, then- I mean, it won't be in the way long, the bread's just got to cool before I can put it away. There's- I was going to make- I can make them later," and the radio's blaring and she's pretty sure neither of them likes country music.
She doesn't get that it's okay, because she's read the whole thing sort of wrong and she's getting used to being a person again, to living with people who actually, genuinely like her.