[ She notices his hesitance but isn't about to criticize someone who's probably whisking for the first time in his life. He'll figure it out. She turns to take out a fry pan and get it going-- she has to chop some vegetables to toss in, too. Nothing fancy, but plain eggs with cheese leaves her feeling a little sad, so she has onion and bell pepper for it. ]
It is. My first name's Cassandra. [ Anderson glances over. ] No one really calls me that. [ Not since her parents died. It would be... odd. Maybe not bad, but there's already so many new things happening to her that leave her feeling unmoored that she doesn't want to add one more. Especially something so personal as her name. ]
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It is. My first name's Cassandra. [ Anderson glances over. ] No one really calls me that. [ Not since her parents died. It would be... odd. Maybe not bad, but there's already so many new things happening to her that leave her feeling unmoored that she doesn't want to add one more. Especially something so personal as her name. ]