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He nodded slowly. "You should be glad I'm even letting you draw on me." *** She grinned, resting her head on his shoulder. "Hopefully Nugget...
He turned to give her quick kiss. "I love you."
"Nuh uh," Avice called from the other room. "Say 'Mama'!"
"You can draw on my hand." *** She took it and kissed it, sitting next to him. "Hm. Fine. I'll allow it this once."
"Alright. If you say so."
She couldn't help but grin as she began to prepare the ingredients. "Good."
He smiled. "Thank you." *** She kissed his cheek, chuckling softly. "Don't start."
"No, no. I'm just worrying too much."
"Really? You wanna be like that? Fine. I'll prove you wrong. I'm making soup."
"Hmph." *** Moments later, Callie joined him, holding Nugget on a leash.
"Okay," he replied eventually. "I'm sorry."
She frowned. "I can even make a decent cake."
"Ugh." *** (Yeet!)
He sighed. "Alright. Fine."
"I know how to make a lot of things; we just haven't had the time to figure that out, though."
"A pen and a stick are different." *** She squinted at him, before going back to the apartment.
"I'm done fighting, Poppy." He crossed his arms. "Even then."
She paused for a moment, looking around. "Hm.. I could make soup?"
"One writes." *** "I don't understand you!'
"Unless I got angry?"
