[ That might be true, but she didn't want a repeat of the Springfrom Pan Fiasco of 2014. The Home Ec room was never the same after that...
Luci was well aware of how much of a kitchen disaster she was, and truthfully she wouldn't have gone with this if she didn't have something in mind. Being in the kitchen was like a special circle of Hell for her, a constant reminder of her imperfections and the fact that she could be so bad at something.
And maybe she had ridiculous expectations for herself, but... ]
Eh?
[ With a fluttered blink, the blond looked up toward the ceiling.
(Busted) ]
What? Me, nervous? Harper, you know me! I'm never nervous about anything!
[ Several things flicker over Harper's face. The speed of it is actually impressive — realization, disbelief, exasperation. All of which flatten out into a single expression that takes a turn for the dramatic. She drops her hands, clutching the cloth between them. It always was her kind of flair. ]
Aa~h. We've been friends for so long, Lucianna Edwards. And still, you think you can get away with lying to me...
[ BREAK HER HEART, WHY DON'T YOU. Harper's fists ball, arms crooking in a flourish so she can place them judgmentally on her hips. All she does is stare for a long, drawn out moment. Think about what you've done, young lady.
Granted, the effect is probably somewhat dulled by the fact that she's also still covered in flour.
But who's counting, really. ]
Don't I deserve a "not complete" truth, then? You still didn't answer my question.
[ Oh. Oh Luci knew that look, her hands placed firmly on her hips, staring her down. Weighing her down with ten tons of guilt, just because she didn't want to embarrass herself by telling Harper the real reason why she was being so cagey. She didn't want to think about what she did, because if she did...
Wincing outwardly, Luci tries to disguise it with a smile. ]
[ For as long as they've known one another, she'd better know that look. Likewise, Harper knows a weapons grade deflection when she sees one. The only difference between Luci and everyone else in the world is that it actually works. Puffing a sigh, her posture unlocks. ]
I never said that. [ Turning on her heel, she makes for the kitchen sink to wash out the cloth she'd been using. ] I'm just never going to get to the bottom of this if I don't know why.
[ She may be wringing the cloth a little more... forcefully... than necessary.
Look, she has to have an outlet of some kind for her failed bravado. ]
Hasn't it been long enough?
[ Haven't enough good kitchen appliances fallen. ]
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Luci was well aware of how much of a kitchen disaster she was, and truthfully she wouldn't have gone with this if she didn't have something in mind. Being in the kitchen was like a special circle of Hell for her, a constant reminder of her imperfections and the fact that she could be so bad at something.
And maybe she had ridiculous expectations for herself, but... ]
Eh?
[ With a fluttered blink, the blond looked up toward the ceiling.
(Busted) ]
What? Me, nervous? Harper, you know me! I'm never nervous about anything!
[ You're also a horrible liar, Luci. ]
Well, not that nervous!
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Aa~h. We've been friends for so long, Lucianna Edwards. And still, you think you can get away with lying to me...
[ Shame. Shaaaaame. ]
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[ Luci, you just hesitated. Harper was going to see right through that! And seeing that trademark Harper overreaction, her eyebrow twitched a bit. ]
...Not a complete lie!
[ Don't press her don't press her please don't press her. ]
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Granted, the effect is probably somewhat dulled by the fact that she's also still covered in flour.
But who's counting, really. ]
Don't I deserve a "not complete" truth, then? You still didn't answer my question.
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Wincing outwardly, Luci tries to disguise it with a smile. ]
I'm not allowed to be nervous?
[ Yep, she's turning this around on her. ]
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I never said that. [ Turning on her heel, she makes for the kitchen sink to wash out the cloth she'd been using. ] I'm just never going to get to the bottom of this if I don't know why.
[ She may be wringing the cloth a little more... forcefully... than necessary.
Look, she has to have an outlet of some kind for her failed bravado. ]
Hasn't it been long enough?
[ Haven't enough good kitchen appliances fallen. ]