[If she is a monster, then so is he. She busies herself, chopping, slicing and dicing vegetables and cheese for an omelette with incredible speed from her powers. It's a nice distraction. When she's calmer, she looks at him again.]
Good. Now, we can put some oil in a pan and start frying them.
[Abigail puts the knife down and takes a quick step back from it, not wanting to hurt D33 in a panic. And she does feel panicked. The only thing worse than having him angry at her, would be having him leave. She turns her attention to the stove, staying away from the knife.]
[D33 is quiet for a long moment. He notes her keeping away from the knife - the fact that she discards it so quickly is almost a little threatening in and of itself. He takes a step back from her as well, but he doesn't stray farther than that. Eventually, quietly, bitterly, he responds:]
[It still feels as if he's mad at her. Abigail simply nods and takes some of the patties he made, adding them to a frying pan. She then takes the vegetables she chopped, being careful to avoid the knife itself and works on the omelette. Her hands shake as she works. When she speaks, her voice is quiet and she stammers slightly. ]
It won't take long now for the food to be ready.
I'll probably wrap this up here if that's okay with you!
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[He says this, and it's finalized in his mind. He goes about repeating the steps she's just shown him.]
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[If she is a monster, then so is he. She busies herself, chopping, slicing and dicing vegetables and cheese for an omelette with incredible speed from her powers. It's a nice distraction. When she's calmer, she looks at him again.]
Good. Now, we can put some oil in a pan and start frying them.
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[The man practically growls, shooting Abigail a dangerous glare.]
I won't tolerate your putting words into my mouth, girl.
[Said with a surprising amount of vitriol. She's pushing all the right buttons.]
If you would like for me to leave, then I will. I said that I do not want to discuss this anymore.
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Please don't go.
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We'll have no more talk of this, then.
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It won't take long now for the food to be ready.
I'll probably wrap this up here if that's okay with you!
[His voice remains quiet, somewhat irritated, but he steps close to her again, willing to let the topic rest if she will.]
That's okay with me :)