[Ellie's smile turns to the edge of a more playful grin, a burst of something small but genuine, a glimpse of who she is underneath all the hard edges Lance has seen her lead with. Ellie keeps playing, going off script to improvise something simple, not paying much attention for the sake of a repeat.]
Don't think I ever will. Still haven't gotten used to all the fruit yet. Used to be finding a patch of blueberries was...
[Ellie shakes her head, breathes out. There's nothing she knows that Lance would recognize that really compares.]
Huge. If I tried to make half the street food here back at home it'd be the fanciest thing I'd eaten all year.
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Date: 2020-12-01 05:20 am (UTC)Don't think I ever will. Still haven't gotten used to all the fruit yet. Used to be finding a patch of blueberries was...
[Ellie shakes her head, breathes out. There's nothing she knows that Lance would recognize that really compares.]
Huge. If I tried to make half the street food here back at home it'd be the fanciest thing I'd eaten all year.