IC Contact: Recollé

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor Lamb

Hello you've reached Eleanor Lamb's voicemail. I'd explain what's next but I can't imagine you don't know what to do at the beep.

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[burningblossoms]

...I...really don't want to relearn how to cook.

[She really doesn't. But damn that may be the only choice.]

This sucks. But yeah, you're right I guess.

[She makes another swipe at her eyes with the back of her hand, washing away more tears.]

...and now I'm just hungry.

[notyourutopian]

Well you aren't going to have to, so don't worry about it.

[Eleanor could be optimistic, it seemed. As long as it involved people that weren't her. Oops?]

Well, at least that's one problem I can fix. [She grinned, giving Yukiko's shoulder another squeeze before she stood up and headed over to where she'd put her purse down to fish out her phone.]

Pizza work?

[burningblossoms]

Pizza's fine.

[It's definitely going to be a thing they get more often. Not that it's a bad thing. Just...yeah...]

[notyourutopian]

[And ring ring, pizza is ordered, and then Eleanor is dropping back onto the couch next to Yukiko.]

There. Dinner is saved. Kind of.

[She was aiming for somewhere between reassuring and silly.]