[Fenimore is unrepentant. There's even a hint of a grin at the corner of her mouth as she sees the sulky expression, not recognizing the part that comes from frustration at the lack of memories. At least she does put a little effort into holding it back, even if it isn't entirely successful.
It fades shortly, though, as Shirley continues and Fenimore's expression relaxes into one of surprise. That sounds...incredibly familiar. She could almost swear that those were the exact words she had used once. A vivid memory of the smell of peach pie reaches her as she thinks of that conversation -- or perhaps that's just the baking tarts in the kitchen. Still, she was sure....]
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It fades shortly, though, as Shirley continues and Fenimore's expression relaxes into one of surprise. That sounds...incredibly familiar. She could almost swear that those were the exact words she had used once. A vivid memory of the smell of peach pie reaches her as she thinks of that conversation -- or perhaps that's just the baking tarts in the kitchen. Still, she was sure....]