[ There's a laugh for the first part. A sound not all that often heard in the Council Room really, but it's still here and there. Allison has a lighter side, she can't not with Claire and Luther and their little too perfect home life at the end of her days, even if it is the lesser-seen side of her outside of that.
Something more like this. Private, even when given freely.
It takes a moment for her to finish chewing, especially when she slows down that whole part of it, because she's trying to taste the difference, and there is something -- maybe richer? -- about it, but she can't entirely put her finger on it. She's never gone that far and deep into cooking for more than is needed. ]
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Something more like this. Private, even when given freely.
It takes a moment for her to finish chewing, especially when she slows down that whole part of it, because she's trying to taste the difference, and there is something -- maybe richer? -- about it, but she can't entirely put her finger on it. She's never gone that far and deep into cooking for more than is needed. ]
It's good. Richer, maybe? More chocolate? Or?
What did you end up changing this time?