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[hexyoutotuesday]

[Jinx is sitting on the couch in her living room. The girl's definitely not as happy nor as lively as she used to be, but she's less depressed and trying to put on a good face. That wine glass in her hand probably has something to do with her talkative mood. It's a start, at least.]

You stop getting homesick after a while. Of course there's still

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[showbizpanache]

Cooking. A lot.

[A bit of a tentative smile. He hasn't really talked to her since he left Felton, after all.] How have you been?

[hexyoutotuesday]

I just order takeout. A lot. [Because she doesn't cook, she burns.

And she hasn't been around Felton much, anyway. Or left the house a whole lot, for that matter. So, let's avoid the questions.] How are you?

[showbizpanache]

Just...preparing for the Holidays. [nm just dying and coming back to life and all that]

You mean you don't cook at all?

[hexyoutotuesday]

[It happens.]

I can't boil water. The last time I used a microwave? I needed a new microwave.

[showbizpanache]

Seriously?

[hexyoutotuesday]

You can't grow facial hair, I can't cook. It evens out.

[showbizpanache]

Not even close. One is biological, and the other can be entirely unlearned. Care for lessons?

[hexyoutotuesday]

It's a curse. It's like gypsies spit on me and birth.

[showbizpanache]

Excuses, excuses...

[hexyoutotuesday]

I'm not even trying this in my house. I like it not on fire.

[showbizpanache]

I have no objections about going elsewhere.

[hexyoutotuesday]

Your place?

[Do you really want to bring this upon yourself, Kurt?]

[showbizpanache]

It's handled worse.