[Kenzi groans, mostly due to the effort it takes to lift her head and hold her arm out to take the scissors from Jeff. Even more effort is needed to pull the package close enough for her to drop her head back onto in place of the table. Her stomach hurts and it takes her a second before she starts fiddling with the scissors, opening them one handed while her other arm is around the box, holding it still.
She turns her head to the side, still resting on the box but close enough to the edge that she's got lots of room to dig at and slice through the tape along the seam. It also gives her a view of Jefferson and the cookie ingredients in case he messes it up.
The process is slow and clumsy and there's more than one near-miss with the scissors and her eye, but she manages to free the cardboard flaps from their sticky prison so she can actually open the box.
...Okay, that takes longer than usual, too. Mostly because she's using the least amount of energy she could possibly be using and looks more like a toddler that missed naptime and is not having a fun time right now.]
I know you didn't order something of Amazon because the internet saw this place and ran the other way. So who sent it? A crush? A lovah? A.... mail order service for well-dressed tea shop owners?
[She's got her hand in the box now. It's... soft?]
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[Kenzi groans, mostly due to the effort it takes to lift her head and hold her arm out to take the scissors from Jeff. Even more effort is needed to pull the package close enough for her to drop her head back onto in place of the table. Her stomach hurts and it takes her a second before she starts fiddling with the scissors, opening them one handed while her other arm is around the box, holding it still.
She turns her head to the side, still resting on the box but close enough to the edge that she's got lots of room to dig at and slice through the tape along the seam. It also gives her a view of Jefferson and the cookie ingredients in case he messes it up.
The process is slow and clumsy and there's more than one near-miss with the scissors and her eye, but she manages to free the cardboard flaps from their sticky prison so she can actually open the box.
...Okay, that takes longer than usual, too. Mostly because she's using the least amount of energy she could possibly be using and looks more like a toddler that missed naptime and is not having a fun time right now.]
I know you didn't order something of Amazon because the internet saw this place and ran the other way. So who sent it? A crush? A lovah? A.... mail order service for well-dressed tea shop owners?
[She's got her hand in the box now. It's... soft?]