[She swats at his hand when he waves that little pick around at her, and she has half a mind to steal it and throw it somewhere far away. She won't, because she can hear it now—
"Well, now you'll just have to feed me." Or something along those lines. And she is not doing that.]
I said hardly.
[Which is not much of a difference...
Especially considering that, as she looks at her own basket and realizes that she's already eaten far more than he has, she feels her cheeks bloom with warmth and a colour to match.]
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"Well, now you'll just have to feed me." Or something along those lines. And she is not doing that.]
I said hardly.
[Which is not much of a difference...
Especially considering that, as she looks at her own basket and realizes that she's already eaten far more than he has, she feels her cheeks bloom with warmth and a colour to match.]
And that the food was alright.