( Sarissa stops her cooking fussing, at that. It's really all just needing to simmer or bake or whatever the hell it is that whatever she's cooking needs to do, so she's wiping down the counters before she looks over her shoulder at Sarah. )
I was good at it. ( Her gaze drops, and she resumes cleaning - it's not a sad gaze dropping, really. Sarissa sounds matter of fact as she continues, ) Wasn't good at much else.
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I was good at it. ( Her gaze drops, and she resumes cleaning - it's not a sad gaze dropping, really. Sarissa sounds matter of fact as she continues, ) Wasn't good at much else.