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Her brows furrowed before she sat down. "Oh.. Okay."
She took another step up the stairs. "Perhaps."
He quieted, going silent.
She smiled slightly, sticking her tongue out at him.
He sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and sighing, staring at the floor.
"The plate."
"Nothin'."
"Ahhhhh."
She pursed her lips. "I love you."
"Petraaaaa."
"Jack."
"Did you like what you heard?"
"Hhh."
"Jack. The plate."
"Okay."
"I'll give you the silent treatment if you don't say it."
She looked up at him, her expression bright and reassuring. "I'm okay. I'm just not hungry right now."
"Shushshush."
"Where is the plate?"
"You're one to talk."
