[It's ridiculous, and more jam than toast, but it's something. He tried. Sasha sits up a bit more, taking the plate from him with a half-resigned smile.]
This is okay. Thank you, Tim.
[At least it's good jam. She takes a bite as her stomach growls in that 'if you don't fucking feed me, I'm going to attack you' sort of way. Sasha makes quick work of her lightly-toasted toast and jam, sucking a spot off of her thumb as she hands the plate back. At least she can make it to dinner, now. She thinks.]
I think this just means we're going to have to order in late, hm?
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Sasha sits up a bit more, taking the plate from him with a half-resigned smile.]
This is okay. Thank you, Tim.
[At least it's good jam. She takes a bite as her stomach growls in that 'if you don't fucking feed me, I'm going to attack you' sort of way. Sasha makes quick work of her lightly-toasted toast and jam, sucking a spot off of her thumb as she hands the plate back. At least she can make it to dinner, now. She thinks.]
I think this just means we're going to have to order in late, hm?