aroceu's fic“All your scones?” Eleanor scoffed. “It’s not like you made them.”
“Actually,” said Tahani, who was so tall that Eleanor had to crane her neck to look her in the eye, “I did.”
Eleanor didn’t know what to say to that. “Well—well,” she sputtered. “They’re not that great anyway!” She glanced around the table and picked up the first thing she saw. “I like this pie more!” she said, wrapping it in a napkin and shoving it into her purse just for show.
“I made those too,” Tahani said.