Re: Kitchen: Hugh & Hannah
Hannah had seen Hugh around the party, and she'd seen his friend, the one that was in town, though she hadn't spoken to her yet. She had lost her shawl along the way, and her hair was still disheveled, and the night was getting darker and it was getting warmer in the house. Admittedly, she'd come in from the roof just earlier, and it had been cool, cool, cold outside, and the moonlight hadn't actually made her any warmer.
But she was in the kitchen now, sitting on the counter and her too-big socks hanging off swinging feet. She was drinking a glass of milk, because the milkshakes were too beautiful, and she was just watching them be constructed over and over, and each one unique, by whoever entered the kitchen. And if she thought it weird to sit and watch and not talk, it didn't show. But it was later in the night, and she'd been working a lot, and she was tired. She had more trouble being normal when she was tired, and she always had.
"Hugh! Hi! All the credit goes to Audrey. Have you seen her yet?" she asked, trying to peer out beyond the kitchen to locate Audrey in her purple dress and goggles. "Where's your friend? And who were you talking to?" she asked nosily.