This is the greatest cookie she has ever seen in her entire life. Not just because it's the only cookie she remembers, it's just THAT INCREDIBLE!
Kenzi's expression instantly lights up as he slides the cookie over to her, barely noticing the way he mutters about getting messed with by apparently more people than just her. Now she actually feels bad ... for someone... else? What is this feeling? It keeps happening! Why couldn't she have lost her conscience instead of her memory? Gross.
She doesn't have time to apologize, though, but she does offer him a bright and cheery, genuine smile as she picks up the cute, little plate. "Thanks."
The table by the window is nice and sunny, but Kenzi finds herself stopping at a seat closer to the counter for some reason. Maybe so she can carry on a conversation with the only person that seems to actually recognize her so far. It's not like she's got a crush on the guy or anything, it's more like ... latching onto the only thread of familiarity she has. Or maybe she just doesn't want to be alone in a strange place where she doesn't know anyway! Whatever.
She sets the cookie down and flops into the chair, picking a piece off the edge and popping it into her mouth. It's still waaaarm. And gooooey! This is the best cookie she's ever eaten!
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Kenzi's expression instantly lights up as he slides the cookie over to her, barely noticing the way he mutters about getting messed with by apparently more people than just her. Now she actually feels bad ... for someone... else? What is this feeling? It keeps happening! Why couldn't she have lost her conscience instead of her memory? Gross.
She doesn't have time to apologize, though, but she does offer him a bright and cheery, genuine smile as she picks up the cute, little plate. "Thanks."
The table by the window is nice and sunny, but Kenzi finds herself stopping at a seat closer to the counter for some reason. Maybe so she can carry on a conversation with the only person that seems to actually recognize her so far. It's not like she's got a crush on the guy or anything, it's more like ... latching onto the only thread of familiarity she has. Or maybe she just doesn't want to be alone in a strange place where she doesn't know anyway! Whatever.
She sets the cookie down and flops into the chair, picking a piece off the edge and popping it into her mouth. It's still waaaarm. And gooooey! This is the best cookie she's ever eaten!