[ Jen had a bite, too. her last one. she chewed on it as her face went on something of a journey, her brain deciding how she ought to respond. it seemed like a good enough opening for something she was going to share at some point tonight. ]
If I had a choice between putting you in that dress, or the chef's hat, I'd pick the dress hands down. [ she calmly put her fork down on the plate. Jen then licked at something on the corner of her lip, dabbed at it gently with her napkin, sat back, and just sort of gave Lina a look. any second now she'd break that gaze and admit she was joking.
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If I had a choice between putting you in that dress, or the chef's hat, I'd pick the dress hands down. [ she calmly put her fork down on the plate. Jen then licked at something on the corner of her lip, dabbed at it gently with her napkin, sat back, and just sort of gave Lina a look. any second now she'd break that gaze and admit she was joking.
except Jen won't. ]