[The everyday adaption to their lives here wasn't easy. In fact, parts of it had been quite tumultuous; after all, what was a woman to do when she'd never seen a food storage that kept things so cold? Or a "gas-powered stove"? Hot running water??? Cassandra was almost, almost happy about the level of ease at which she could accomplish things. Didn't make up for being trapped here, though.
But her almost-solitude couldn't last. As the melody in her chest fades away, Cassandra's left to listen to the sounds of the kitchen, but that's not all.]
Oh! Your highness. [She turns halfway, a crack in her voice punctuates "highness". In one hand is a bread knife, dirty from the massacre she's committing on this sandwich.] You... heard that, huh?
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But her almost-solitude couldn't last. As the melody in her chest fades away, Cassandra's left to listen to the sounds of the kitchen, but that's not all.]
Oh! Your highness. [She turns halfway, a crack in her voice punctuates "highness". In one hand is a bread knife, dirty from the massacre she's committing on this sandwich.] You... heard that, huh?