[She tries to just deny it and move on, tries to ignore the sudden reaction to that, but inevitably she loses the battle to the intrusive memories. The argument. The betrayal. The hurt. She'd been surprised by how much it hurt. And... something else, something she couldn't identify, something that prickled like thorns inside her whenever she thought about it- she'd made a mistake, of course, but it hardly mattered, she fixed the error, she always did, it wasn't as if-
After faltering for a fraction of a moment in her work, she quickly insists,]
Don't be ridiculous.
[And then serves a portion of cake and hands it to him. It was fine. It'd go back to how it was a few moments ago. Just-
She serves herself a piece- smaller, she's never cared for sweets and she lacks his fondness for lemon.]
no subject
After faltering for a fraction of a moment in her work, she quickly insists,]
Don't be ridiculous.
[And then serves a portion of cake and hands it to him. It was fine. It'd go back to how it was a few moments ago. Just-
She serves herself a piece- smaller, she's never cared for sweets and she lacks his fondness for lemon.]