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the cook, DeepSigh made it earlier, I’m sorry it’s cold now, I thought you wouldn’t mind some cold chicken stew!”
“How? What? Yes, chicken? I’ve not had chicken since I arrived here! How did you do this?”
“Have you ever seen a Meirionydd Sovereign? You can achieve a lot with just one Meirionydd Sovereign!”
“Why did you come here? OK, I can guess why you came here!”
He’s interrupted before he has a chance to say anything else. Slender has thought carefully about the next step, but she doesn’t have an actual escape plan. Nor has she worked out how to escape without having a devastating impact on her father.
“We have to find a way to get some more time and space. Then we have to invent a robust escape plan. Can you cook?”
“Cook?”
“You can cook! I don’t care if you can or you can’t. You tell them that you’re a good cook. DeepSigh needs help, she needs a good cook, and I need you on the Bandersnatch. Not in here! And definitely not on the Blackbird!”
“I can cook. But I’ve got another 24 hours in solitary.”
She stares at his face, it’s the first time she’s had a chance to see it properly, really close up. It’s not only dirty, but there are bags under his eyes, his hair is a mess, and he hasn’t shaved for three days.
But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t conceal his beauty. His intense chestnut eyes give him a confident, serious appearance. A well-defined nose, perfectly proportioned for his face, is Slender’s idea of a strong, classic, masculine look. And his lips are full and natural, soft but serious. He’s not smiling right now, but when he does, she knows that it lights up his whole face.
She can’t tune in. Everything on the wavelength is happening so quickly. There’s a tingling and a fuzziness all at the same time. She so wants to kiss him. Right here, right now, but he’s dirty.
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