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[Her lips bowed into a frown, but Lila nodded slowly. It sort of made sense, but it still didn't make her happy. It wasn't so much that people didn't absolutely love theirs jobs this time that brought the frown to her face as the thought that they faked it when she was around. They didn't have to do that.]

[She's practically their boss too. They feel they have to. Jack sort of feels the same way sometimes] Sorry.

It's okay. [No it's not. :c ] You know, I think I'll pass on breakfast.

[He knows it's not] Lila...

[She forced a smile, a pretty convincing one at that (thank you, lifetime in hospitality!)] I don't want to be a downer while you're trying to cook.

Your mood isn't going to change the way I cook.

No?

If I can cook when I'm in a bad mood, I think I can do it when you are.

I'm not in a bad mood! I'm just...

Not in a good mood. Close enough.

Disappointed.

You're probably going to get disappointed a lot.

I guess that just makes me like everyone else...

Not really. It just goes to show that you have a lot more faith in people than, well, pretty much everyone else. That makes you different.

[A pout still clung to her lips.] Really?

You're annoyingly optimistic about everything. You don't seem to let much sway the way you think. Or at least you try to keep anything from changing your mind. You're not like everyone else Lila.

Is it such a far-fetched idea to think the best of people to help them think the best of themselves?

It kinda is, actually.

Don't you feel better about yourself when someone else believes in you?

Good or bad, I just got used to not paying much attention to how people feel about me.

That sounds lonely.

Not in the least, actually.

Hmm. That's probably part of what makes you a good chef.

Actually I think it's my love for cooking, and my skills that make me a good chef.

Among other things.