[Kate doesn't know why, but breakfast foods - doesn't matter the kind - have always brought up an odd sort of nostalgia for her - warmth and comfort twinged with a bit of sadness. It's one of the things she's forgotten about her life, but she doesn't know how to get it back.
(She knows what they say - memories taken by the Veil are memories she's never going to get back, but she can't help but want them, one way or another.)
It's the bacon and eggs that draws her in, and she leans in the doorway for a moment, trying to see if exposure would force whatever it is to break free and tell her what she needs to know, even if she knows it won't. But after that moment passes she decides to talk to the person cooking instead, to see if that will be a sufficient enough distraction.]
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(She knows what they say - memories taken by the Veil are memories she's never going to get back, but she can't help but want them, one way or another.)
It's the bacon and eggs that draws her in, and she leans in the doorway for a moment, trying to see if exposure would force whatever it is to break free and tell her what she needs to know, even if she knows it won't. But after that moment passes she decides to talk to the person cooking instead, to see if that will be a sufficient enough distraction.]
That smells fantastic.