She's blinking at her clothes, finally settling on a pair of old khakis, and a plaid flannel shirt. Work clothes, he'd heard her call them. Eager, yes, but still a bit sleepy eyed.
She turns back to him, dragging a hand through her hair to pull it back and twist it up into a knot. Her eyes draw down to slits as she considers.
"Eggs, for protein. Bacon. Potatoes, for the carbohydrates?"
She's trying to think of what the transition will need. Instinct isn't filling in the gaps.
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Date: 2009-05-30 04:14 am (UTC)She turns back to him, dragging a hand through her hair to pull it back and twist it up into a knot. Her eyes draw down to slits as she considers.
"Eggs, for protein. Bacon. Potatoes, for the carbohydrates?"
She's trying to think of what the transition will need. Instinct isn't filling in the gaps.