“Hey!” Poppy shouted at the pan, banging a wooden spoon on the edge. She cooked occasionally - usually quick, and usually it was mostly smoothies or a tray bake. But she was thinking of her family, of her sister. She still had on the charm bracelet she’d worn to the ball... the bracelet that was ripped off her sister’s arm when she was taken from their home. There were more complex meals her sister loved, but this was easy, and simple, and Poppy was convinced she could do it from scratch. “Hey!” she shouted again, at the vegetables that had been in the pan for barely a minute. “Cook!”
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