[Between the two of them, it didn't take long at all to make the macaroni (which really was astonishingly good, those brochures talking about Pewter City hosting a bangin' culinary scene weren't kidding) disappear, and Heather finds herself leaning against the bed with a half-finished cup of the soup next to her. After filling up on hot food, the body's automatic response is to get really fucking sleepy.]
[But she nods, sitting up to scoot a few feet to the room's mini-fridge and pass Envy a bottle of water. She gets one for herself as an afterthought.]
Heheh.
If I'm hotter, I'd hate to see what the competition looked like.
[Without even really thinking about it (because honestly, half of what Envy says can be boiled down to weird, snide humor), she's just sort of taken what he's saying as a joke.]
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[But she nods, sitting up to scoot a few feet to the room's mini-fridge and pass Envy a bottle of water. She gets one for herself as an afterthought.]
Heheh.
If I'm hotter, I'd hate to see what the competition looked like.
[Without even really thinking about it (because honestly, half of what Envy says can be boiled down to weird, snide humor), she's just sort of taken what he's saying as a joke.]