[ She doesn't respond other than to laugh to herself. A quiet "hehehe" behind another mouthful of curry and rice. Sure, she didn't need to be told how good her cooking is, but it's nice to hear regardless. She'll soak up that praise like a pink kitchen sponge.
The rest of their meal passes by in silence. The only sounds around are the little crackles of the fire, the song of night birds and insects, and the gentle clinking of spoons on plates. Once they're finished, Lucy sits back a bit more in her chair and, content, sighs up at the now darker sky and its pinpricks of light. ]
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The rest of their meal passes by in silence. The only sounds around are the little crackles of the fire, the song of night birds and insects, and the gentle clinking of spoons on plates. Once they're finished, Lucy sits back a bit more in her chair and, content, sighs up at the now darker sky and its pinpricks of light. ]
There's already so many stars out.