Marian (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sweetspring) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nevermore_logs, |
She smiled at him, and hoped it looked delicate and sweet and not on the verge of becoming a breakdown.
(Marian could not afford to breakdown. She had decided on this action and it was working. It would all be worth it.)
"If you want," she told him easily. God, she wasn't sure she could focus on making food without burning it. She looked back towards the kitchen, wishing it would offer her the solution to all this. "I've never actually made lasagna."
A lie, but Marian wasn't sure why. What was she trying to gain from it? Actually focusing on any single thought felt almost impossible.