[ Picking up a pickle spear from her plate, she takes a bite - his question catching her off guard. Her expression softens, chewing and setting down the pickle. ]
I would like that.
[ She used to read to Quentin when they were younger, when he was having a particularly hard time or they were at either of their houses and one of their parents were fighting inside. It was easier to disappear into the fantasy of it all than face the reality. She'd formed other coping mechanisms as she grew up, some not as healthy as others - some to spite her mother. But, it was really nice to go back to something that had been a comfort all those years ago. ]
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I would like that.
[ She used to read to Quentin when they were younger, when he was having a particularly hard time or they were at either of their houses and one of their parents were fighting inside. It was easier to disappear into the fantasy of it all than face the reality. She'd formed other coping mechanisms as she grew up, some not as healthy as others - some to spite her mother. But, it was really nice to go back to something that had been a comfort all those years ago. ]
In here or back in the living room?