"No, absolutely, it counts for a lot." Her eyes are wide and earnest, for a moment, before they lower to her plate. "I just don't think anyone there's got any reason to admire me."
She trails the tines of her fork through a smear of syrup, leaving tracks, crosshatching them.
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Date: 2010-08-12 05:30 pm (UTC)She trails the tines of her fork through a smear of syrup, leaving tracks, crosshatching them.