Excuses. [ A grumble. Now she has to eat half-buttered toast because that was the only knife on the table and she's not getting another one. That requires movement. She starts nibbling on a corner of it.
Curse all the gods, why does it have to be so crunchy? ] I have a seat, so of course I have a place. [ That sounded more taunting in her head. Her poor, throbbing head. This won't last long, mind, but while it does? It is some special kind of Hell. ]
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Curse all the gods, why does it have to be so crunchy? ] I have a seat, so of course I have a place. [ That sounded more taunting in her head. Her poor, throbbing head. This won't last long, mind, but while it does? It is some special kind of Hell. ]