[ even the clinks coming from the kitchen are fucking chipper. Jess shuts her mouth on a sigh, pushing it out through her nose, and trudges slowly to the dining table. the spread is all the more appetizing for how small and simple it is, though she mistakes the gatorade for orange juice initially. ]
Anything you don't do better than me? [ Jess jokes, kinda, and hefts herself into her seat using the back of the chair. the aroma of coffee is strong, whipping up an uncertain rumble in her stomach that nonetheless begs for food. Just to be safe, she distances her mug by the length of her reach before staring the sandwich down again. half. half is all she has to manage. she can eat the rest later, if the disappearance of her hangover reveals an appropriate hunger. one of the reasons she practically lives on sandwiches. ]
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Anything you don't do better than me? [ Jess jokes, kinda, and hefts herself into her seat using the back of the chair. the aroma of coffee is strong, whipping up an uncertain rumble in her stomach that nonetheless begs for food. Just to be safe, she distances her mug by the length of her reach before staring the sandwich down again. half. half is all she has to manage. she can eat the rest later, if the disappearance of her hangover reveals an appropriate hunger. one of the reasons she practically lives on sandwiches. ]