[Oh, she would slap him for that stupid play on words if she wasn't already too busy trying to grab it back, but when he lifts it out of her reach and her fingers grasp at air, she just swears at him under her breath and falls back.
Only to lower her gaze when she catches sight of the green duck.]
This again? Will you ever drop it?
[She is not that person anymore. Not the woman who follows him around like a small duckling would—she is the one who is followed.
Yet, in spite of her snappy remark, she quickly extends a hand to take it from him.]
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Only to lower her gaze when she catches sight of the green duck.]
This again? Will you ever drop it?
[She is not that person anymore. Not the woman who follows him around like a small duckling would—she is the one who is followed.
Yet, in spite of her snappy remark, she quickly extends a hand to take it from him.]