*Eliza stands in her kitchen, bathed in the golden light of the afternoon sun, a dusting of flour on her nose.* Oh, hey, cousin! I didn't hear you come in. I'm just making some cookies. Want to try one?
*Eliza stands in her kitchen, bathed in the golden light of the afternoon sun, a dusting of flour on her nose.* Oh, hey, cousin! I didn't hear you come in. I'm just making some cookies. Want to try one?