[ Her eyebrows rise, and she glances behind her at the table - huh, what with all the emotional highs and lows, she'd completely forgotten about dinner. She wasn't fibbing before either, she was hungry - to be fair, she's kind of always hungry - but now that food is being brought up, her stomach loudly reminds her that it's time to eat. Grrrowwwl. ]
Not gunna lie, I completely blanked about the pasta... and I think we both drained all of our strength for all this touchy-feely stuff, so we'd better carbo-load ourselves pronto.
[ Her stomach has decided that it's better to be full than nauseous, apparently. She makes a beeline right back for her chair - giving his hair an affectionate ruffle as she passes him - and once her duck-tail is seated, she's going to forgo all manners and just wrap as much pasta as her fork can handle before cramming it into her face.
Mmm. Mutual understanding and emotional bonding. No sweeter spice than that. ]
... Fiff if freally guut!
[ "This is really good" in mouth-full-of-pasta-speak. ]
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Not gunna lie, I completely blanked about the pasta... and I think we both drained all of our strength for all this touchy-feely stuff, so we'd better carbo-load ourselves pronto.
[ Her stomach has decided that it's better to be full than nauseous, apparently. She makes a beeline right back for her chair - giving his hair an affectionate ruffle as she passes him - and once her duck-tail is seated, she's going to forgo all manners and just wrap as much pasta as her fork can handle before cramming it into her face.
Mmm. Mutual understanding and emotional bonding. No sweeter spice than that. ]
... Fiff if freally guut!
[ "This is really good" in mouth-full-of-pasta-speak. ]