[ It took some doing, but Steph's figured out what timeline they're in and realized that she's supposed to be helping with dinner. It's weird, since wardens aren't generally allowed to work as anything but supervisors, but it's also like slipping into an old skin. A small, uncomfortable skin.
She really feels like she's more in charge than Marsh is. ]
Marsh? Sweetie? Why don't you let me get the flour for you? That way you don't get your shoes on the counter?
spaaaaaaaaam;
She really feels like she's more in charge than Marsh is. ]
Marsh? Sweetie? Why don't you let me get the flour for you? That way you don't get your shoes on the counter?