[ her brown hair's coated with frosting and bits of cake, and some of her face couldn't escape the explosion. a quarter of red candle near her forehead rises with her brow. soft, half-formed words fall from her mouth; ]
Uh — um.
[ jane struggles to think of something to say, acknowledging his apology but needing to express how angry she is. look, she's not a very good chef, she's come to terms with it. scramble up some eggs, sure she can handle that. bake a cake from scratch and frost it? hm, building a bridge to another world is easier. but jane wanted to show her appreciation and affection for thor, so she made him a cake.
no subject
Uh — um.
[ jane struggles to think of something to say, acknowledging his apology but needing to express how angry she is. look, she's not a very good chef, she's come to terms with it. scramble up some eggs, sure she can handle that. bake a cake from scratch and frost it? hm, building a bridge to another world is easier. but jane wanted to show her appreciation and affection for thor, so she made him a cake.
which he just destroyed. ]