[ she'd roll her eyes at his semantics, if it didn't hurt like hell. shaking her head is a no-go too, she assumes. nobody ever died of a hangover so it's not like he's going to come busting in, no matter how long she takes. ]
Bread. And peanut butter or something. [ whatever he's got to make it go down. she's wondering what happened to the rest of that bottle, too, but fuck, she has to eat even though she isn't hungry. Jess sags with her elbows on her thighs and lets her head hang, deflating with a massive, tired breath. she vaguely recalls that what he described cooking yesterday sounded good but she's going to stick to what she knows, where she can. ]
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Bread. And peanut butter or something. [ whatever he's got to make it go down. she's wondering what happened to the rest of that bottle, too, but fuck, she has to eat even though she isn't hungry. Jess sags with her elbows on her thighs and lets her head hang, deflating with a massive, tired breath. she vaguely recalls that what he described cooking yesterday sounded good but she's going to stick to what she knows, where she can. ]