[Nill waits patiently for the water, idly looking at the pasta. Some of it is in shapes she hasn't seen before--swirls, little bowties. They're novel, and she likes them. Hopefully, they'll cook in the same time as the regular spaghetti pasta.
When he speaks she turns to him and nods, grabbing two boxes of the pasta--she hands one to him, and works on opening her own. She has to go on tip-toe to dump it in the pot, but she doesn't burn herself.]
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When he speaks she turns to him and nods, grabbing two boxes of the pasta--she hands one to him, and works on opening her own. She has to go on tip-toe to dump it in the pot, but she doesn't burn herself.]