She was quiet for a moment before looking up at him. "Really?" * * * He squinted at her. "You look like you're making fun of me."
She bit her lip. "Be honest with me. Do you think it's flooded?" * ** He laughed, trying to stand up again. "What is it? The giant gouge in my stomach or the inability to walk?"
He hesitated, looking back. "After what I've seen, probably.." *** She came over to him, leaning down to give him a kiss. "Nah, all the other things."
Her shoulders slumped and she was quiet. “Let’s just go check,” she said. “We’ll just check.” *** “The mice?” he asked playfully.
She nodded, pushing some of the eggs onto a plate with a piece of toast. "Here..." * * * "I'm not wrong," he replied, looking up at her.
"Thanks," he said quietly, going to the table with a small frown. *** She reached out, brushing his hair back. "You know how I feel about you."
She joined him a moment later, sitting next to him. “How is it?” *** “You think I’m hot,” he replied playfully.
"It's good," he told her easily. "Thank you." *** She sighed dreamily, obviously teasing him. "Yeah.. But there's more to it, and you know that.
"Yeah, yeah," she said lightly. "I'm a good cook. But are eggs good?" * * * "Is there?" he teased smugly. "Explain it in depth, please."
He laughed slightly. "They're good. Aren't you going to have some?" *** She raised her eyebrows at him curiously. "Explain it in depth? Hm.. Alright." She laid back on the bed, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully as she processed. "I think that.. knowing you is like striking gold. You look and look and look and you come up empty, and then you find this spot and you have this feeling.. and it might take a little digging, but the results are unlike anything you've ever seen. You're so sweet and caring, and you're never upset when I make mistakes, and you listen to what I have to say.. You're smart as a whip, know your way around the forest, you love mice.. and you're hot too."
"I was waiting to make sure you didn't drop dead first." * * * He looked up at her, a flush crossing his nose and deepening as he spoke. "...I don't..." He groaned before lying back on his back, pulling a pillow over his head and covering his face. "You can't look the way you do and say those things to me, Nas. It's not fair."
"Ouch," he said with a grin. "I'm the poison tester." *** She laughed, trying to pull the pillow away. "How is it not fair?"
"The very cute poison tester," she said gently, ruffling his hair. "But yes." * * * He tried to keep it against his face, but relented and sat up, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Because! You're too much. You look like this!" He ran his fingers through her hair, cupping her jaw gently and resting his forehead against hers. "You look like this, and you're having to deal with me. It's just not fair."
He sighed, offering her a bite. "It's not poisoned." *** She still looked a little confused. "I don't see a problem in having to deal with you."
She eyed him playfully before taking a bite. * * * "I'm me," he told her. "And you're you. It just feels weird."
