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She sighed, looking at him, her face conflicted. After a moment, she reached out again, taking his fists in her hands and coaxing them open, her...
"It would be if Annette didn't burn the eggs."
She paused, giving him a wry smile. "You can be with me. We'll figure something out."
Ferris looked confused, glancing at Fleur. "What do I like about her...? I don't know. She's kind, I guess. She's kind." He paused and Alyona...
She hesitated, studying him intensely before suddenly withdrawing her hand. "What's brought all this on?"
Alyona opened her mouth, that devilish look in her eye. "So, Ferris... what do you enjoy about granddaughter?"
She frowned, studying him before reaching over and taking his hand gently. "Abes, you've been planning this forever. I highly doubt you haven't...
"Hey," he protested as they entered the kitchen. "Don't eggnore my jokes!" Alyona watched them, a slow grin crossing her mouth.
She tilted her head, looking over at him. "What do you mean?"
"They're eggsselent, you egghead!" He paused, frowning. "That one wasn't as good."
She still seemed bummed. "What have you been up to?"
He was laughing, draping the arm on her shoulder. "Knowing you is such an eggsperience."
"No," she grumbled, flopping into the seat next to him. "I didn't find anything."
"I think it was eggselent."
(Zoop!) She returned several hours later, her dark hair loose from her braid and her expression frustrated.
"Nah, you're an added bene-dict," he said, looking delighted.
She ruffled his hair before leaving, heading for the door.
"Ew. Don't be gross. I was talking about going to get eggs."
She squinted at him before laughing out loud. "Don't be mean. It's not that bad. I'll see you in a bit, okay?"
