Starting Count: 15622
Ending Count: 15797
Net Gain: +175
Starting line:
As always, the atmosphere inside the cottage reeked of the Balance, and the taste of it made him faintly nauseous.
Ending line:
She turned towards him, pale green eyes faintly amused. “Are we really going to engage in this banal small talk? Or should I get straight to the point?”
Darling:
Nope. Not a one. :(
***
I suppose it's better than nothing. At least I wrote something, yes?