Her own gloves are back on her hands, the Tupperware full of sugar pulled close to her body as she leans over Bar.
"Miss Bar? Might I bother you for a packed lunch? Perhaps--"
Before she can finish her sentence, a good-sized basket pops up with cold beef sandwiches and potato salad, pickled okra and fried squash flowers. Katherine smiles.
"Thank you."
She gathers the sugar into the basket and slings it all over one arm. "Ready."
She has seen him come in late from working before, not having stopped for a meal for quite some hours. She doesn't plan on letting that happen today.
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Her own gloves are back on her hands, the Tupperware full of sugar pulled close to her body as she leans over Bar.
"Miss Bar? Might I bother you for a packed lunch? Perhaps--"
Before she can finish her sentence, a good-sized basket pops up with cold beef sandwiches and potato salad, pickled okra and fried squash flowers. Katherine smiles.
"Thank you."
She gathers the sugar into the basket and slings it all over one arm. "Ready."
She has seen him come in late from working before, not having stopped for a meal for quite some hours. She doesn't plan on letting that happen today.