She has an empty bowl on the counter where she deposits fruit nabbed from that day's lunch, close to a breadbox with a couple of stale buns. There are various jars of jam hidden in the cupboards above her head, and a sack full of grain in one at her feet, next to where the cookware is stored. Jess tips some water into a tough-looking black pot and brings it over to the stove. The moths scattered along the wall pay her zero heed when she waves a hand at them, trying to disperse them. Jess leaves the pot to boil on the hot iron top, then goes to grab a mug and measure out a half cup of oats. She puts it aside for a few minutes, returning to the able that's not two steps away from either the counter, the stove or the wall.
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She has an empty bowl on the counter where she deposits fruit nabbed from that day's lunch, close to a breadbox with a couple of stale buns. There are various jars of jam hidden in the cupboards above her head, and a sack full of grain in one at her feet, next to where the cookware is stored. Jess tips some water into a tough-looking black pot and brings it over to the stove. The moths scattered along the wall pay her zero heed when she waves a hand at them, trying to disperse them. Jess leaves the pot to boil on the hot iron top, then goes to grab a mug and measure out a half cup of oats. She puts it aside for a few minutes, returning to the able that's not two steps away from either the counter, the stove or the wall.