"Nica. Nica... Nica," Katie attempted to reassure her - she obviously seemed freaked out. "Calm down. Deep breaths. Come on into the kitchen, let's get you a drink, and then slow down and tell me."
She carefully led Nica towards the kitchen, where the smell of a roast was emanating from the oven, and apparently she had been busy working on preparing a homemade cherry pie before answering the door. "I'll get you a glass of lemonade, and you can sit down and breathe."
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Date: 2013-01-18 03:19 am (UTC)She carefully led Nica towards the kitchen, where the smell of a roast was emanating from the oven, and apparently she had been busy working on preparing a homemade cherry pie before answering the door. "I'll get you a glass of lemonade, and you can sit down and breathe."