[ There's a curious way in which the wide brown eyes harden when Sally reaches out to tuck the wisp of hair back. Like Eleven wants to lean back and away, but holds herself still deliberately.
The woman is kind, she tells herself, and likens her to Joyce to make herself stop seeing threats around every corner.
We're not stupid, Hopper's voice echoes in her ears.
We healp each other here, from Elena.
The sentiments sometimes war with each other, and Eleven has to choose for herself which one to follow. She errs on the side of Elena's softness for now, and it softens her features again in an instant. ]
Mustard. Dirt. Lobster.
[ Peter warns her when the flavours are too weird and he doesn't want her to suffer for it. Usually, she tries them anyway.
Usually, she wishes she'd have listened, after. ]
But... Strawberry and pistachio. That is good.
[ She says pistachio strangely, like she has to place each syllable onto her tongue very deliberately. ]
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The woman is kind, she tells herself, and likens her to Joyce to make herself stop seeing threats around every corner.
We're not stupid, Hopper's voice echoes in her ears.
We healp each other here, from Elena.
The sentiments sometimes war with each other, and Eleven has to choose for herself which one to follow. She errs on the side of Elena's softness for now, and it softens her features again in an instant. ]
Mustard. Dirt. Lobster.
[ Peter warns her when the flavours are too weird and he doesn't want her to suffer for it. Usually, she tries them anyway.
Usually, she wishes she'd have listened, after. ]
But... Strawberry and pistachio. That is good.
[ She says pistachio strangely, like she has to place each syllable onto her tongue very deliberately. ]