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Gretel (_gretel) wrote in makebelievelog,

As he wandered down the line to pile a plate full of meat, Gretel bumped off the wall and plucked a grape from it's bunch, watching him with a grin that still hadn't gone away.

"Whatever you say, little brother," Gretel was happy to tease him, even while he was still wallowing in the over-dramatic. The hangover would pass as soon as he had food in his stomach, maybe with a few more bottles of water on top of it, but he'd have to forgive her for being so gleeful. She'd never say it, but he'd know it eventually if he didn't already; the time she spent without him had left it's burn. This was her relief.

She grabbed her own breakfast; more plump, purple grapes and a side of white toast, heavy with butter, along side a short stack of 'pancakes' drizzled very, very lightly with syrup. That's about the extent of sweetness she could handle in a day. Hansel was still working down the line by the time she sat down, making sure it was somewhere easy to see.