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"Can I try when you're done?"
"Kind of like a hug?"
Aspen rested her head on her hand, listening curiously.
Her expression brightened curiously. "Can elves do that?"
"How good would you say your oatmeal is?"
He pursed his lips. "What is it..?"
"We'll see. I just cant picture it."
She watched curiously.
He stretched his wings, looking thoughtful. The longest flight feathers nearly brushed the ceiling before he frowned. "It's not that complicated,...
"Most definitely."
She rolled her eyes playfully before getting out bowls.
"He was in a bad mood?" he asked curiously. "That's weird.. Did it make you happy? Or was after, since there was a moment before you got sorta...
"No, I don't think so."
"You've convinced me."
He nodded, before tapping his chin in thought. "Yeah. Last night, too, I noticed. Didn't you go to Warner's room?"
"Perfect. Do you like those better than orange juice?"
"Ugh. Fine."
"Mostly happy, right? You slept a lot, though. I can't really tell then."
"I think I'll get that. I'm not sure yet."
"Hm. I dunno what to tell you."
