[ South freezes in the doorway—still drying off her hair with a towel—first because of the scent, then the sight of the dishes. ]
Holy shit. You went all out.
[ She tosses the towel back into the bathroom then takes a seat and deep inhale. She's sure this cost an arm and a leg, but even if it did, she can't bring herself to care about the money. Good, proper food is more than worth it. ]
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Holy shit. You went all out.
[ She tosses the towel back into the bathroom then takes a seat and deep inhale. She's sure this cost an arm and a leg, but even if it did, she can't bring herself to care about the money. Good, proper food is more than worth it. ]