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"I like cooking.'
Avice smiled warmly. "No worries. That sounds great."
"I hit my head." *** "I guess.. write the name in glue and stick on the shells?"
"Yes!"
She sighed, heading into the other room.
"Well, I don't mind." *** "Yep.."
"But.. I like to."
She shifted, carefully moving to stand and put Aubrey in her crib.
"Okay, fine." *** "Awesome. Babe."
"But.. I want to.."
"Anything is perfect. Thank you."
"But, Vaaaalll." *** "Okay.. babe."
He clasped his hands together. "Wonderful!"
She nodded gratefully. "Thank you."
"Hm..." *** "Whenever you'd like."
"I see.. Do you want an omelette?'
She hesitated. "I have no idea. I.. I think it's been awhile."
"Phew. Good." *** "However much you like."
"Is that supposed to mean I'm a good cook?"
She hesitated. "Yes, actually. I haven't really moved since he fell asleep."
