[effy reaches for her lighter in the pocket of her jacket and holds it out for mathilda to take. she spares a glance to a nearby woman, a tiny flash of curiosity in her eyes before she looks back towards mathilda expectantly for her lighter.
effy is never one for a real conversation unless she's drunk, and even then, it's unexpected. she isn't about to sit down at the table with the girl and talk about how fucked up this is.
instead, she taps out another cigarette from the case and places it on the table.]
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effy is never one for a real conversation unless she's drunk, and even then, it's unexpected. she isn't about to sit down at the table with the girl and talk about how fucked up this is.
instead, she taps out another cigarette from the case and places it on the table.]
Here.