[Sarcasm isn't in her repertoire, and rather than being able to brush it off, Konoha shrinks in on herself in shame.]
...
[So he didn't know where to start.
And neither did she.]
That's right-
[And before she actually does cry... she (pretty badly) feigns overhearing someone calling for seconds on their stews, and she moves to gather up her hot pot in a bustle.]
no subject
...
[So he didn't know where to start.
And neither did she.]
That's right-
[And before she actually does cry... she (pretty badly) feigns overhearing someone calling for seconds on their stews, and she moves to gather up her hot pot in a bustle.]
I have to get back to helping, but- thank you.