[she adds quietly, for it seems that hilda knows the answer to the question herself. she glances back at the oven where the turkey is "roasting", though she's pretty sure sam's imaginings have added the smell of food to his domain.
wanda pauses and looks at the wine bottleβnot really a drink herself, but what does it matter, in the horizon?]
I'm more particular to tea, actually, butβ [whatever; she grabs at two glasses and sets them down on a nearby counter for her to fill up.] Not too much.
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[she adds quietly, for it seems that hilda knows the answer to the question herself. she glances back at the oven where the turkey is "roasting", though she's pretty sure sam's imaginings have added the smell of food to his domain.
wanda pauses and looks at the wine bottleβnot really a drink herself, but what does it matter, in the horizon?]
I'm more particular to tea, actually, butβ [whatever; she grabs at two glasses and sets them down on a nearby counter for her to fill up.] Not too much.