[ clara's response comes so swiftly and so simply that marta is left staring after her, jaw slightly dropped. it has her scrambling to recall what she'd said that'd prompted such resolve. the truth is, she's grown so used to making herself small in the hopes of avoiding getting a target painted on her that she's often so unaware of she's even doing it. ]
Sorry. [ that, too, is a reflex. one that is perhaps even harder to kick.
but at least they've got things other than herself to focus on. marta is only vaguely aware of what goes into eggnog, but she's sampled enough of it before not to be too surprised by all that clara pulls out.
she stands closeby, hands clasping dutifully in front of her. ]
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Sorry. [ that, too, is a reflex. one that is perhaps even harder to kick.
but at least they've got things other than herself to focus on. marta is only vaguely aware of what goes into eggnog, but she's sampled enough of it before not to be too surprised by all that clara pulls out.
she stands closeby, hands clasping dutifully in front of her. ]
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