56: Owning up to her mistake

 *Soleil*

 I walk directly to the sink with the fish, trying to find a way to start this conversation, a way to save myself for a serious telling of. Siri is sitting alone at the table, plucking dry flowers off their stems.

 "I caught some fish for dinner". I try and look at Siri. "Well kind of".

 Siri doesn't answer or look up from her work. And for every second I feel worse and worse about what I did.

 "Grab some rubber gloves and come over here, I could use a hand with this". She finally says.

 I breathe a sigh of relief and quickly open a cabinet pulling out some rubber gloves. Then I go to sit down, pulling them on.

 "Watch out you don't breathe in too much of the flowers; they are quite poisonous". Siri picks up one of the plants, showing me how to pull off the dr