[ she scoffs at his brag even though he backs it up with a dish she's never heard of. doesn't sound particularly fancy, either, but it's a serious leap from boiled chunks of pasta in an aluminum sleeve. fucking show-off. he can cook for her over her dead body. ]
God, screw you. [ she's inspired to elaborate but the coffee gives her something else to do with her mouth, blowing steam from it and venturing a sip ]
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God, screw you. [ she's inspired to elaborate but the coffee gives her something else to do with her mouth, blowing steam from it and venturing a sip ]