[ it's later in the evening when gwen is feeling peckish probably and finds herself in the kitchen that she also finds alice standing at the counter with an opened jar of pickles, nibbling on one with a doleful expression.
she looks up when gwen enters like yasssss a person i can complain to! which she does. ] I don't even like pickles.
[ but here she is, eating them right out of the jar. tbf she likes them on sandwiches and cheeseburgers, but alone? from the jar? that's disgusting. and yet! she even knows what is causing the craving, but putting lemon in her water right now (which she has), did not not immediately make her liver congestion and craving suddenly go away. ]
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she looks up when gwen enters like yasssss a person i can complain to! which she does. ] I don't even like pickles.
[ but here she is, eating them right out of the jar. tbf she likes them on sandwiches and cheeseburgers, but alone? from the jar? that's disgusting. and yet! she even knows what is causing the craving, but putting lemon in her water right now (which she has), did not not immediately make her liver congestion and craving suddenly go away. ]