[ There's no sign of her scales at all anymore, and barely any green skin. Her hands are delicate enough that it's actually difficult to grip the wooden spoon sometimes, but she's concentrating on it so it's not a problem, yet.
Instincts deep within her tell her to get away from the stove because heat and danger, but she frowns and tries to push those instincts down too. She wants to cook, darn it. ]
Thanks for coming over. [ She peers into the bag to look at what Peter brought, but otherwise stays rooted to the spot. ]
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Date: 2022-07-11 09:52 pm (UTC)[ There's no sign of her scales at all anymore, and barely any green skin. Her hands are delicate enough that it's actually difficult to grip the wooden spoon sometimes, but she's concentrating on it so it's not a problem, yet.
Instincts deep within her tell her to get away from the stove because heat and danger, but she frowns and tries to push those instincts down too. She wants to cook, darn it. ]
Thanks for coming over. [ She peers into the bag to look at what Peter brought, but otherwise stays rooted to the spot. ]