( she's still dressed in what she'd slept in, not pyjamas nor last night's clothes but a long shirt over her underwear, keeping her modest enough to run (walk slowly) between her room and the kitchen. adrienne doesn't freeze when clara spots her but she does avoid looking at her, trying to hide the fact that she'd been crying, or not slept, or just looked terrible, taking very slow sips of the glass of water as she lets the woman's words drop in.
lunch, an actual lunch and not the slice of bread she'd planning on taking, sounds like a sensible idea. and the brownies really did look good. seconds pass, not quite a minute before a hand reaches for one of the brownies, making herself drink a little more before she moves to sit at the counter )
The baking was real, then?
( she remembers other baking over the past few days but between the mess of her head and not trusting anything she isn't certain what is real )
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lunch, an actual lunch and not the slice of bread she'd planning on taking, sounds like a sensible idea. and the brownies really did look good. seconds pass, not quite a minute before a hand reaches for one of the brownies, making herself drink a little more before she moves to sit at the counter )
The baking was real, then?
( she remembers other baking over the past few days but between the mess of her head and not trusting anything she isn't certain what is real )