Separate names with a comma.
He leaned against his hand. "We did it."
Her gaze flickered between the four of them and she paused for a moment before dropping, falling away from the first one's hands and sticking out...
He brought the rest of the stuff to the table with their mugs of tea.
She tilted her head, her brow furrowed as she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "Oh, sweetheart. What would your mother say? Smoking and...
He softened, watching her. "It can't be terrible when you're around," he agreed, standing up.
It happened almost in a blink of an eye. She kicked his side, and when he bent, she grabbed his head and shoved her knee into his mouth, pushing...
"But, Fleur, my love, the light of my life..." He looked up at her. "We don't have powdered sugar."
She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. "Oh, I'm really funny," she replied quietly. "But I'm also really not in the mood to babysit."
"This is..." He leaned against the wall, sliding down dramatically. "So sad."
She raised an eyebrow, glancing over at them, her expression unamused. "Hm. What about you? Aren't you a little young to be smoking? I thought...
There was no powdered sugar and he exhaled, looking up at the ceiling slowly. "God. Damn it."
She glanced over at them idly before gesturing to the skyline, not concerned yet. Many people were confused to see her running, but rarely angry...
"What about... I don't know. Do we have powdered sugar in there? No, right?"
(Zoop!) She put her hands on her hips, looking at the setting sun and trying to catch her breath as she walked along the edge of the rooftop, her...
He grinned, clearly happy with their setup. "Of course," he replied before his eyes lit up. "Ohhhh *squee!*. Whipped cream?"
She didn't look back. Despite best intentions, she slammed the door on her way out.
He began to plate the french toast, offering hers to her.
She pulled on her top before heading to the front door, pulling her hair back.
He looked back at her, grinning at her. "Great! Would you mind slicing the strawberries lengthwise?"
She shook her head, turning away from him. "No, you don't," she replied quietly. "We wouldn't be arguing like this if you did." She put her hand...
