[ One look at the mess still waiting to be taken care of tells her enough; despite how long Dia's been in here, the stack of ceramic plates coated in frosting and yellow crumbs is still quite daunting. It's a bit funny, she can't help but think, how even though they're down 16, the remainder of them still have an appetite to match their original number, and then some...
Still, the massive unfinished stack coupled with the fact that Dia's hands must be scalded right now (how long has she been working on that same dish?) tells her far more than words ever could. So while, yes, she gets the message, Dia should know that asking her to go away is expecting far too much. ]
Let me at least help you, okay? Scoot over, andiamo.
[ She doesn't even wait for a response; with all the grace of a bull, she barges right in next to her and turns the temperature of the water down, just so it's not hot enough to burn her hands. As much as she wants to cling to her right now, even Mari isn't so tactless that she would grab at her when she's so clearly distressed. ...Or, at least, she isn't now. Spend about a month and a half in hell and you start learning these things the hard way. She takes a dish and starts scrubbing; something else she had to learn the hard way, after 18 years of having this sort of thing done for her.
Only Mari can cut in so abruptly and do it with such a smirk on her face. She's looking for a reaction, obviously. That's just how she is. ]
The cake was very good, by the way. Did you sneak a piece in here when I wasn't looking?
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[ One look at the mess still waiting to be taken care of tells her enough; despite how long Dia's been in here, the stack of ceramic plates coated in frosting and yellow crumbs is still quite daunting. It's a bit funny, she can't help but think, how even though they're down 16, the remainder of them still have an appetite to match their original number, and then some...
Still, the massive unfinished stack coupled with the fact that Dia's hands must be scalded right now (how long has she been working on that same dish?) tells her far more than words ever could. So while, yes, she gets the message, Dia should know that asking her to go away is expecting far too much. ]
Let me at least help you, okay? Scoot over, andiamo.
[ She doesn't even wait for a response; with all the grace of a bull, she barges right in next to her and turns the temperature of the water down, just so it's not hot enough to burn her hands. As much as she wants to cling to her right now, even Mari isn't so tactless that she would grab at her when she's so clearly distressed. ...Or, at least, she isn't now. Spend about a month and a half in hell and you start learning these things the hard way. She takes a dish and starts scrubbing; something else she had to learn the hard way, after 18 years of having this sort of thing done for her.
Only Mari can cut in so abruptly and do it with such a smirk on her face. She's looking for a reaction, obviously. That's just how she is. ]
The cake was very good, by the way. Did you sneak a piece in here when I wasn't looking?