[Her words come out breathy and exasperated, and she looks at the ground, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before returning her attention to Angel. Why is this all so stressful?
She sets her hands on her hips, her mouth forming a thin, agitated line.]
Fine. [She snaps, gruff and grumpy.] What do you want? Coffee? Perfume? Angel feathers? I mean, I can hold 'em down while you pluck them.
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[Her words come out breathy and exasperated, and she looks at the ground, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment before returning her attention to Angel. Why is this all so stressful?
She sets her hands on her hips, her mouth forming a thin, agitated line.]
Fine. [She snaps, gruff and grumpy.] What do you want? Coffee? Perfume? Angel feathers? I mean, I can hold 'em down while you pluck them.