[She's still only picked a little at her bread, cake, whatever, but she doesn't look particularly sorry about it. It's a little like she's getting used to food again; things taste different now, and she wonders, not for the first time, if she has Dad's medication to thank for that.
Background musings aside, though, she sounds honest enough: it's hard for most people to tell the difference between her enthusiasm and her uncertainty, but he can probably suss it out more easily. She likes the idea of him texting her.]
Yeah, sure. I hope work's...good? [Lord she is bad at this.]
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[She's still only picked a little at her bread, cake, whatever, but she doesn't look particularly sorry about it. It's a little like she's getting used to food again; things taste different now, and she wonders, not for the first time, if she has Dad's medication to thank for that.
Background musings aside, though, she sounds honest enough: it's hard for most people to tell the difference between her enthusiasm and her uncertainty, but he can probably suss it out more easily. She likes the idea of him texting her.]
Yeah, sure. I hope work's...good? [Lord she is bad at this.]