A week is about to turn into a couple once Lup comes back and she's able to fully explain the situation. His sister would see the importance of what's going on here. She has to stay until whipping up breakfast, lunch and dinner becomes second nature and he'll have no reason to stay here.
And it's probably good she's taking things this seriously, especially now that they've moved to this delicate egg cracking task. Somehow, she already knows how to do this without slamming the egg against the counter. Crack, crack, in the bowl the bowl they go, with only a tiny bit of shell that she helpfully picks out with her gross hands. Mmmmm good.
Why walk to a trashcan, when her pocket is pretty much the same thing? Something, something clean as you go. She's too distracted by figuring out how she's going to split her room up to worry about what goopy eggs can do to clothes. Welcome to her pocket, old shells. They fit perfectly and now she can definitely get her whisk on.
"I'll give you the side with the window, so you can look up at the pretty stars," WHISKING INTENSIFIES as she muses aloud the best way to fit him in a room originally meant for [1] teenage girl. "It makes me happy, so you'll be happy too. If you look really close, you can see Lup too. Her kind heart finds you, even when she's very far away, and it helps you sleep at night."
Which, obviously, is inheckinpossible, but don't Crush Her.
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And it's probably good she's taking things this seriously, especially now that they've moved to this delicate egg cracking task. Somehow, she already knows how to do this without slamming the egg against the counter. Crack, crack, in the bowl the bowl they go, with only a tiny bit of shell that she helpfully picks out with her gross hands. Mmmmm good.
Why walk to a trashcan, when her pocket is pretty much the same thing? Something, something clean as you go. She's too distracted by figuring out how she's going to split her room up to worry about what goopy eggs can do to clothes. Welcome to her pocket, old shells. They fit perfectly and now she can definitely get her whisk on.
"I'll give you the side with the window, so you can look up at the pretty stars," WHISKING INTENSIFIES as she muses aloud the best way to fit him in a room originally meant for [1] teenage girl. "It makes me happy, so you'll be happy too. If you look really close, you can see Lup too. Her kind heart finds you, even when she's very far away, and it helps you sleep at night."
Which, obviously, is inheckinpossible, but don't Crush Her.