[ The aroma wakes her up from a dream about the Library on fire. Bacon didn't used to be such a big thing to her, but her brain (so limited and feeble, when she thinks about the brief glory of her niffin mind, the one thing she missed about those months) connects bacon with comfort, with someone caring about her despite everything she'd done. It's stupid, but it still makes her crave what's cooking in the kitchen right now.
It doesn't cross her mind that it could be Eliot cooking. Maybe Josh, the group's unofficial chef, is sneaking some greasy goodness at an hour most of them are using for sleep. But no, it's tall, lanky Eliot. Alice isn't sure she's ever seen him eat before, actually. ]
Is there enough for two?
[ She gets two glasses from the cupboards and fills one with water. ]
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It doesn't cross her mind that it could be Eliot cooking. Maybe Josh, the group's unofficial chef, is sneaking some greasy goodness at an hour most of them are using for sleep. But no, it's tall, lanky Eliot. Alice isn't sure she's ever seen him eat before, actually. ]
Is there enough for two?
[ She gets two glasses from the cupboards and fills one with water. ]