( Her smile is small and wry a”her sets her cup down, focusing on the eye-watering taste to ground herself. It’s a mixed success. Keeping a little bit of distance, she doesn’t join Astrid and the pillow bandit on her bed, instead claiming a wooden chair, straddling it with the back facing the bed. )
Nothing on my grandpa’s schnapps.
( That was something.
Abella realises she has no idea what to say, how to sweep this under the rug. She sighs. )
no subject
Nothing on my grandpa’s schnapps.
( That was something.
Abella realises she has no idea what to say, how to sweep this under the rug. She sighs. )
Can we pretend I never told you about Pocketcat?