[ When he looks back at her, the shiny, sheer dress is gone, replaced by a matching set of sweats in rainbow tie-dye with little stars dotting the fabric, towering stilettos swapped for fluffy shearling slippers (she's definitely shrunk a few inches). It's not an outfit that comes from nowhere -- it's a nicer recreation of something she remembers wearing in high school, the last time she could remember wearing something meant only to feel good rather than look good, and it was mostly subconsciously manifested. Even her makeup has changed, all the obvious glitter and color gone.
Taking the box, she confidently walks over to the cabinets and begins searching for a bowl. ]
Brownie batter. Tell me your world has Breakfast Club. I might lose my damn mind if you never saw it before.
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Taking the box, she confidently walks over to the cabinets and begins searching for a bowl. ]
Brownie batter. Tell me your world has Breakfast Club. I might lose my damn mind if you never saw it before.