Reaching out for her tea, Mabel flushed, averting her gaze as she clutched it to her chest. The hot sides of the cup burned her fingers, a welcome sensation and somewhat grounding feeling for her to focus her frustration on, so much so that she grimaced as she tightened her grip. But she had to keep listening to what he was saying — breakfast foods. Yes, that sounded good. She could handle breakfast. It would give her something to focus on throughout the night. And then tomorrow night she'd return to the lake.

There was the logical planner part of her brain come home at last. Mabel scooted herself upwards, wiggling her toes as she raised the tea to her lips. "Breakfast sounds lovely," She returned with a smile, feeling the reservation slip back over her like a comforting blanket. "Do you have oranges?" She asked hopefully, realizing having some of her favorite fruit in the morning would be an even better way to perk up.

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