[ That little bit of praise perks her up a bit, the rush of knowing she'd done something right always a balm to her soul. A psychologist would probably relate it back to her childhood of always being afraid of making the one wrong move that would have the latest foster family sending her back to the orphanage, but it's something she simply chooses not to think too much about. ]
Yeah? What was the plan? I could probably help you fine-tune it.
[ She smiles and then blinks a few extra times, the freshly cut onion finally beginning to sting her eyes. It's annoying, but she resists the urge to reach up and rub at the sensation. ]
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Yeah? What was the plan? I could probably help you fine-tune it.
[ She smiles and then blinks a few extra times, the freshly cut onion finally beginning to sting her eyes. It's annoying, but she resists the urge to reach up and rub at the sensation. ]