[She'll go with a start, even as she stands at the corner watching. Talk about being hesitant at the scent of cooking food. Never before has she spied a man to do so, either.
Just what was going on in that bag of cats mind of his, she wonders. Not that she could look if she wanted, but she couldn't help but be curious and it is her lunch hour before she needs return to the store she started moons ago.
So enters she does, a bit of a smile crossing her lips at the sight of the confused man.]
Need a hand-lendin'?
[Honestly it was almost as though he were as bad as "Marques" was... or so the others had jested.]
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Just what was going on in that bag of cats mind of his, she wonders. Not that she could look if she wanted, but she couldn't help but be curious and it is her lunch hour before she needs return to the store she started moons ago.
So enters she does, a bit of a smile crossing her lips at the sight of the confused man.]
Need a hand-lendin'?
[Honestly it was almost as though he were as bad as "Marques" was... or so the others had jested.]