[Ordinarily the compliment given like that would have Taylor reacting in anger, or at least rising to it like an insult, even though Irene continues on to say it was expected. But she's still feeling worn through and drawn out, raw-edged in a way that makes some parts of her feeling more sharp than usual, and others weaker. There's anger still there, confusion and distrust against words like that, but it's muted down to a tensing of Taylor's jaw, a sharp shift of her shoulders. She looks away, turns to pull herself up to sit on the counter, finding something solid in an action she knows isn't acceptable to most, that leaves her hunched over herself slightly. Her dogs gather together on the floor under her feet, settling themselves down.]
Don't know your observation skills. [They'd only spoken via text previously, though Irene had picked over words like someone with an eye for detail. But Taylor had gotten enough so far, amends it even if the idea of leaving it hanging like something Irene still had to prove does appeal to her.] Didn't.
[A frown, for a moment, but if Irene's trying to mean something else with that question, Taylor isn't willing to trip into it.]
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Don't know your observation skills. [They'd only spoken via text previously, though Irene had picked over words like someone with an eye for detail. But Taylor had gotten enough so far, amends it even if the idea of leaving it hanging like something Irene still had to prove does appeal to her.] Didn't.
[A frown, for a moment, but if Irene's trying to mean something else with that question, Taylor isn't willing to trip into it.]
The pizza? Yeah.