That look. She has to close her eyes for a moment to tear her gaze away, and she does so grinning, wrinkling her nose at him, a bit of a blush colouring her cheeks.
She reaches for her fork and spears one of the offending little trees.
"You are such a spoil sport sometimes, you know that?"
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Date: 2009-08-28 05:18 am (UTC)She reaches for her fork and spears one of the offending little trees.
"You are such a spoil sport sometimes, you know that?"
It's a damned good thing she likes broccoli.