"You can wash your plate and things. See, I'm fair, I can compromise." They were nice shoes, she had her mother to thank for that. And the gene that supplied her own appreciation of them, it seemed.
"I will after I finish mine. It's slow going but interesting."
"Okay, but if we do go, promise to stick close. Okay?" She hoped they would attend, and it sounded exciting but she didn't ever feel all that comfortable surrounded by strangers, even in the best of circumstances.
"Yeah." Sighing, she toed off one shoe and tucked the leg under her. "I'm not sure I even think it's a gift. More like a curse. I took it to see, but.." How to explain? "If you spend all your time worrying or trying to divine the future you're missing out on your present, right?"