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She brightened. "Alright. Thanks."
He looked over, his expression very uncertain.
She laughed lightly, coming over to his side. "Well, you made oatmeal. Should we make scrambled eggs?"
He exhaled slowly. "You're going to fling paint on me, aren't you?"
She got up after a bit, coming over to see what he was doing.
He still seemed suspicious. "Hm.. No, I don't care too much for this shirt. I'm fine it gets paint on it."
She hummed under her breath, changing poses every so often.
He watched her suspiciously. "Why?"
She raised an eyebrow suspiciously before turning back. "Okay.."
He squinted, looking over at her. "What?'
After a few, she looked back. "What are you making?"
He got one as well, and they began painting.
She was stocked on food. There was cereal, bread, oatmeal, and other things that could be used for breakfast. Fleur stuck the earbuds back in and...
He opened the cans and nodded. "Yeah. You?"
She hummed thoughtfully before nodding, going to the living room. "Okay. If you say so."
He nodded, going to get the paint cans and brushes.
She tilted her head. "Well.. I don't want to pry. If you need anything for that there's a first aide kit in the laundry room above the dryer."...
He grinned. "You're welcome. Should we start with the paint?"
He smile only widened. "I know. I have food here, so maybe if you make breakfast I'll consider the debt paid." She paused, gesturing to his side....
He laughed at her reaction, raising an eyebrow. "We just have to set it up."
