"Aw, I'm just try to repay you for letting me stay here, and you seemed to like it." He's quietly flattered, though. His hands are almost steady as he works. After a moment his voice comes softer, halting, "I... raised Rachel, alone, and she was a picky eater, and so small. I don't think she got enough, growing up during the war. She liked baking cookies, though..."
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Date: 2010-09-17 12:58 am (UTC)