She glanced over at him before smiling and standing up, folding the lids over their food. *** “Hmph. Are you sure? You sound like you’re lying.”
She pulled open a drawer and pulled out a fleece blanket, draping it over Landon. Brushing back a lock of his hair, she kissed his temple before returning to the table, opening her laptop again and sitting down, resuming her typing. * * * He bent down and picked up a shell, using his pants to wipe off the gritty sand. "What about carrots? What do you feel about carrots?"
Val was asleep on the table, her head turned into the crook of her arm. Her lips were slightly parted and her temple was resting on the 'j' key. The open document on her computer was patiently recording her work, nearing the end of page 567. ** * "I am... okay with carrots."
Carefully moved the computer, frowning as he began to delete the abundance of 'j's. *** "Oh.. I see."
She noticed his finger on the backspace key and sat up suddenly. "What are you doing?!" * * * "Uh... pears."
He squinted, pursing his lips. "I decided you didn't work hard enough." *** "I don't like pears either."