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He pursed his lips. "Could it be.. eggs?"
She turned to him, looking hopeful. "Is he alive?"
He seemed surprised. "What are you doing." *** "You, but I'm not stupid," she teased, raising an eyebrow.
"I want to know what you're making."
Avice shuddered, feeling rather unwelcome in the mansion.
"Omelet?"
She panicked slightly, but it seemed to quiet her. "I'm sorry."
"What are you making?"
She tried to pull away. "I don't care! I hate you!"
"You're drunk," he repeated, looking at her nervously. *** "They wouldn't have unsafe glass things."
He watched her, his expression adoring. "I love you."
"I'm rude?" she asked, her tone hateful. "You're despicable."
"You're drunk," he said sternly. "Shame on you." *** "I'm sure."
He smiled at her. "Thanks."
She looked up, her brows furrowing as her voice went quiet. "You're terrible."
He looked at her, his eyes wide. "Huh?" *** "Glass."
He looked up at her. "Surprise me?"
She looked down. "I'm not going to run away while you have him," she said quietly, her hands shaking.
He nodded, grabbing the tape as he began to work. *** She grinned. "I think it's cool cause a lot of them are bioluminescent."
"I love you too," he said flatly, kissing her forehead.
