“Hey, Tier!” Veda called, not moving from her spot unpacking food in the kitchen. “Come in -- my hands are covered in tomato sauce and I can’t really move.” Following that came the sound of the tap sputtering water, Veda mumbling on unintelligibly under its hissing. Then the water shut off, and: “ -- I hope that’s okay.” Veda’s head popped out around the corner, a smile on her face. “I got two bottles.”
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