[She hums, going back to her sewing. Leaving Jean to his cooking. She had no strong feelings about food, she ate to live, that was about it. Cooking was just an extension of that. The idea of making meals for people, caring for them sounded nice, but she'd never had time to properly learn beyond the basics and cooking duty... She probably should practice, but if Jean was volunteering...
Then he opens his mouth again. For a moment it's horribly silent, then there's a small gasp and the sound of something small and metal bouncing off the table.
She doesn't respond. Or try to stop the small amount of blood seeping from her finger into the fabric. Makes no indication she even heard him, only squeezing her eyes shut.]
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Then he opens his mouth again. For a moment it's horribly silent, then there's a small gasp and the sound of something small and metal bouncing off the table.
She doesn't respond. Or try to stop the small amount of blood seeping from her finger into the fabric. Makes no indication she even heard him, only squeezing her eyes shut.]