It is. My father tried to make this for me once. It tasted bad, but... it was still comforting.
[ There is a complicated warmth in her chest as she remembers. The memory is still a beautiful and treasured one, but it hurts: that peace, the people that made it special... she'll never see them again. ]
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[ There is a complicated warmth in her chest as she remembers. The memory is still a beautiful and treasured one, but it hurts: that peace, the people that made it special... she'll never see them again. ]