"Let me know if you manage to replicate a decent chili dog," she says, lips curling up in a smile. "It's amazing the things you miss, isn't it?"
She stretches one leg out into the sand in front of her and brushes at the sand with her foot. She hates to ask so bald a question, it's not very subtle and this isn't an interrogation, but he doesn't seem inclined to offer an explanation either. "If you don't mind my saying, John, you really don't strike me as the type for seaside meditations. Is there something on your mind?"
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Date: 2012-07-24 05:46 am (UTC)She stretches one leg out into the sand in front of her and brushes at the sand with her foot. She hates to ask so bald a question, it's not very subtle and this isn't an interrogation, but he doesn't seem inclined to offer an explanation either. "If you don't mind my saying, John, you really don't strike me as the type for seaside meditations. Is there something on your mind?"