Lleno de zafiros (фемслэш)

“It’s quite refreshing, actually. My parents were always strict on table manners, it’s a nice change of pace. You’re clearly, uh— devoted. With food, I mean.”
Vi suppresses a snort. Who the fuck says devoted?
“Yeah, it’s probably a prison thing, although I wasn’t much better as a kid either.”
Caitlyn blinks, taken aback, “Oh, sorry, I wasn’t trying to—”
“It’s cool, don’t worry.” Vi dismisses her quickly.
OR
Vi is navigating her way back into life. Caitlyn just happens to be her stress-baking neighbor.