"I do practice, I just don't expect to ever be as good with a pan as I am with a knife. I've had years of practice with those." Hadand sees that watchful gaze, even without a view of the eyes doing the seeing. No one has ever felt the need to supervise her so closely, as if disaster will strike should she be left to her own devices. She's been responsible and competent for as long as she can remember, raised to it.
Hadand can follow instructions well enough, and soon she has two slices of bread toasted without incident. "Would you like to eat one?" she offers, adding, "I can put anything on it you like."
Of course, that would entail taking off the helmet. Somehow Hadand doubts Celty will take her up on it, but offering seemed polite anyway.
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Hadand can follow instructions well enough, and soon she has two slices of bread toasted without incident. "Would you like to eat one?" she offers, adding, "I can put anything on it you like."
Of course, that would entail taking off the helmet. Somehow Hadand doubts Celty will take her up on it, but offering seemed polite anyway.