She rolled her eyes. "Fine, if you're so sure you know what I want, order me whatever. It's going to be better than the trash heaps back home from the smell of this place, so I'm not exactly picky."
A shame, though. She hated to admit it, but she really had gotten spoiled over strawberries back in Auradon, and doubted he'd pick anything that had them. Which was probably just as well, since they would always remind her of the life she turned her back on. A life too good for the likes of her. She was Mal from the Isle. She would always be Mal from the Isle.
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Date: 2019-06-24 08:18 am (UTC)A shame, though. She hated to admit it, but she really had gotten spoiled over strawberries back in Auradon, and doubted he'd pick anything that had them. Which was probably just as well, since they would always remind her of the life she turned her back on. A life too good for the likes of her. She was Mal from the Isle. She would always be Mal from the Isle.