She finished the braid and returned to the stove to clean up. "If you use the carrier, I do require pictures."
She sighed, coming around to him and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "You injure me."
She babbled as she worked, lifting a handful of the porridge and studying how it fell from her fingers in large clumps.
She looked over at him with a grin. "Bowss," she said, trying to replicate the sound he made with his mouth.
