[It's one of many domestic tasks that Justine has practiced and perfected.] Cooking is calming in a way. [She glances up at Connor, her brow furrowing curiously.]
I can teach you. If you'd like. Maybe we can find Hank's favorite dish?
[Justine assumes this is someone important and she gets the feeling that Connor isn't used to messing up.] I think you'll pick it up quickly. You always seem too. [She smiles as they walk from the shore to the streets. Justine pauses to slip her bare feet into her boots but she doesn't lace them up. She just doesn't want to accidently step on broken glass.
She earns a few stares and if not for Connor, a few people looked as if they might proposition her but Justine ignores them all.]
I think the closest clothing store is down this way. [Hopefully they have shoes too. Wet feet is how you get a cold.]
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[It's one of many domestic tasks that Justine has practiced and perfected.] Cooking is calming in a way. [She glances up at Connor, her brow furrowing curiously.]
I can teach you. If you'd like. Maybe we can find Hank's favorite dish?
[Justine assumes this is someone important and she gets the feeling that Connor isn't used to messing up.] I think you'll pick it up quickly. You always seem too. [She smiles as they walk from the shore to the streets. Justine pauses to slip her bare feet into her boots but she doesn't lace them up. She just doesn't want to accidently step on broken glass.
She earns a few stares and if not for Connor, a few people looked as if they might proposition her but Justine ignores them all.]
I think the closest clothing store is down this way. [Hopefully they have shoes too. Wet feet is how you get a cold.]