[ Instead of answering, Jesse heads to the kitchen. She’s been flinging herself into busy work; and sooner or later she should get out of her lab or stop racing around the mansion grounds in a blur of orange gold lightning as she trains, working to get better, get faster and figure out all what the hell it is she can do as a speedster. She needs to.
So she races to the kitchen, coming to a stop a few steps from the door and walking in like she’s not a metahuman..]
How do you feel about lasagne? I’ve been itching to make something and my mom’s lasagne is always my standby.
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So she races to the kitchen, coming to a stop a few steps from the door and walking in like she’s not a metahuman..]
How do you feel about lasagne? I’ve been itching to make something and my mom’s lasagne is always my standby.