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Gretel (_gretel) wrote in makebelievelog,

He happened to catch her mid-bite, a piece of toast half wrapped around her lips, which broke into a smile of greeting briefly before being covered by her free hand, for the sake of manners, you see. She still had them, after all, even if they were subconscious scraps of a childhood she barely remembered. She doubted her brother ever really had them at all.

"Thank you," she chuckled warmly, once she made sure there were no crumbs on her face. The compliment was accepted without premise, as Gretel didn't automatically associate her attire with anything out of the ordinary, and she likely looked much less stressed now that Hansel had shown up, as she'd told Wade last night.

"Of course I don't mind, I've been looking for you, actually." The heel of her boot caught the wrung of the chair beside her and nudged it outward so he could sit. "Hansel's ogling the mountain of food, he'll be back shortly."