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[hebeimmortalized]

It's been snowy, cold and gross outside in a way Jille's not accustomed to. She sits on the couch with her sketchbook and a handful of mismatched colored pencils. The case itself is somewhere. Right now, she just wants these colors. The judgemental cat is sitting in the window, and he's backlit by the white everywhere outside, and she's drawing his shape, crosshatching and shading and generally avoiding solid lines if she can help it.

She looks up when someone enters the room, even though she doesn't have to. She knows by the footfalls that it's Jack. She smiles when she sees him and flips her book closed — it's just as well. The judgemental cat has jumped down from the sill and is leaving the room.

"Hey, you," she says warmly.

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[rockabillyboy]

"Yeah, probably worth it," he says. "But I teach yoga, Jillie. There's a certain expectation. Those soccer moms aren't going to come class if I can't touch my toes." He nods. "Nachos. Definitely."

[hebeimmortalized]

"Fucking nachos," she says triumphantly. She closes the window and grabs his hand so they can go to the kitchen together.

[rockabillyboy]

Laughing, Jack lets her tug him with her into the kitchen.

"Are you making them or am I?"

[hebeimmortalized]

"Yes," she says, even though it hadn't been a yes-or-no question. She grins back at him and starts looking through the cupboards for the ingredients to make a plate of nachos large enough for everyone.

[rockabillyboy]

Jack perches on the edge of the counter and watches her pottering around the kitchen. He loves it when she looks whole and healthy like this, even if it's not constant, even if it's still a work in progress.