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“All right, all right,” I said without heat. “Everybody knows I hate bean curd tofu. Blegh. But you’re right I didn’t notice it in the other cookies.” I leaned against the prep counter and watched her sift the dry ingredients together and cream the butter and sugar. Hell, the fact I even recognized what she was doing was a testament to Joshua’s patience in our cooking lessons. ''Maybe I’m not as clueless as I thought''. Even so …<br><br> | “All right, all right,” I said without heat. “Everybody knows I hate bean curd tofu. Blegh. But you’re right I didn’t notice it in the other cookies.” I leaned against the prep counter and watched her sift the dry ingredients together and cream the butter and sugar. Hell, the fact I even recognized what she was doing was a testament to Joshua’s patience in our cooking lessons. ''Maybe I’m not as clueless as I thought''. Even so …<br><br> | ||
− | “So, you know something about me and I really don't know all that much about you. Come April, you'll have flown with us for a year, Kiera, and all I can come up with is a) you're a kick-ass surgeon, b) you're a sharp dealer, and c) you’re even sharper as a shooter. Oh, and d) you like dolphins enough to paint them on your cabin wall. But that's pretty inadequate considering I've had practically a year to learn more about you. And the fact that I haven't just points up the fact that I'm pretty sucktastic at social interaction.” I sighed and said to the ceiling. ''So, here I am. Getting ready to ask you a bunch of nosy questions. Sorry. | + | “So, you know something about me and I really don't know all that much about you. Come April, you'll have flown with us for a year, Kiera, and all I can come up with is a) you're a kick-ass surgeon, b) you're a sharp dealer, and c) you’re even sharper as a shooter. Oh, and d) you like dolphins enough to paint them on your cabin wall. But that's pretty inadequate considering I've had practically a year to learn more about you. And the fact that I haven't just points up the fact that I'm pretty sucktastic at social interaction.” I sighed and said to the ceiling. “It's never really bothered me before but getting my ass reamed over not showering enough, like some grungy kid who didn't know any better? And realizing that had I not been shutting myself up in my quarters avoiding people, I'd've noticed it sooner? There's a lot of wrong here, on way too many levels, Kiera. So, here I am. Getting ready to ask you a bunch of nosy questions. Sorry.”<br><br> |
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