 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Folding her arms, still sat on the work top, she glared down at him as he cooked. Scanning her eyes over his hands, she noticed the many lines upon them, scattered all over his palms, as though they were their own story. Sighing, she said, "You could try and be a bit nicer to us. I know they wont be staying long, but we're going to be here, together, for 3 months and neither of us are going to survive if you insist on being difficult." |