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[never_francesca]

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[cactusy]

It's all over the place now. So's, uh-- Chinese, thai. Indian. Bubble tea.

[Not that she can get any of that stuff here, at least not on demand.]

[never_francesca]

[She reads the instructions on the packet, and after a false start or two, figures out how a microwave works.]

Bloody miracle, really. Certainly beats beans on toast. When I'm from, if one wanted a decent curry, they had to fly to Calcutta.

[cactusy]

Where in England are you from?

[never_francesca]

[She smiles a bit.]

Dad was...oh, pure country gentry. Mom though? London through and through. So I'm a bit of a mutt, really.

[Another black mark she'd had to step over.]

[cactusy]

Mm, yeah. Me, too. My dad was American. My mom was from Iran. Made growing up in the Middle East and America kind of awkward sometimes.

[never_francesca]

[She nods, turning her attention back to the now-dinging microwave. She moves to extract the food.]

A foot in two worlds, but a seat in neither. Heard that one before. Definitely couldn't have been easy. For me it was the class divide between my parents. A love-match despised by the rest of my family - and you know England. Never met class snobbery it didn't love.

[cactusy]

Sounds like they made it work, though. Congrats to them.

[With some effort - she's both exhausted and more than a bit tipsy - Shaw hauls her self up from her chair, because she can at least help portion the food out onto plates.]

[never_francesca]

[There is a slight smirk at that.]

Let's just say that a stubborn streak runs in the family.