[ and there is no doubt in her mind that he's onto her and her tricks... but that makes it more fun, almost like a game, since she has to on occasion tweak her tactics to keep him from recognizing he's being duped. at least in a sense. she loves it though, watching as realization sinks in... the slight twitch of his brow or subtle turn of his lip. she'll admit it's hard not to chuckle sometimes, but she manages as best she can, instead cutting in with an affectionate gesture or a chaste kiss. ]

[ but this evening is different and she's having a hard time acting as though nothing's happened. it doesn't help that she cut herself, a tangible piece of proof that she was ( and still is ) distracted. still, she tries to redirect the conversation, but he's right there setting it back on track. ] I'll just order a pizza. [ since he's right and she doesn't much feel like cooking anymore. ] We were going to... [ she should have known better than to think she could slip this under the radar. ] Nostalgia... seasoned, maybe overly so, with fear and dread... and a side of uncertainty.

[ she rounds the counter when he starts to approach, telling herself not to look at the cameras, because she doesn't want to arouse further suspicion. ] Just memories, strange ones, ... [ her tone drops a few octaves as she continues, ] that may or may not pertain to the accident.