Harrow sits once the blanket and pillows are down, her skinny legs crossed, her hands fidgeting with one of the empty bags as she watches Gideon unpack the rest and lay it out--the containers of food, the flask of water still dripping in condensation, the plates and glasses and utensils. Gideon hadn't let her in the kitchen all morning--not that difficult a task, but the principle of the thing seemed to matter more today than usual--and so she'd been ignorant of the sheer size of the effort until now.
It's almost overwhelming, but one look at Gideon's face has her swallowing back any rebuke or protest. "It looks...good, Nav," she says, haltingly. "You've outdone yourself."
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Date: 2021-09-06 10:28 pm (UTC)It's almost overwhelming, but one look at Gideon's face has her swallowing back any rebuke or protest. "It looks...good, Nav," she says, haltingly. "You've outdone yourself."