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[It may not be perfect, and it may be sweet, but—]
It's delicious.
[His sentiment is genuine as he takes another happy bite out of it. Sure it may be a little dryer, but the icing helps to balance it out. Most of all, she made it, so that already makes it taste perfect to him.
He's also not choking on it so that's a plus.]
It's delicious.
[His sentiment is genuine as he takes another happy bite out of it. Sure it may be a little dryer, but the icing helps to balance it out. Most of all, she made it, so that already makes it taste perfect to him.
He's also not choking on it so that's a plus.]
Aye, and I haven't heard of it happening elsewhere. However I haven't been keeping up with any news since we were mostly at the Roost before venturing out here.
[He feels that little tickle on his chin regardless, and he glances down at her amused before he straightens up, using his poles to help.]
At worst we can see if there's someone who can remove the spell off you.
[He feels that little tickle on his chin regardless, and he glances down at her amused before he straightens up, using his poles to help.]
At worst we can see if there's someone who can remove the spell off you.
I know that cupcakes are not... quite to your tastes... I will add less sugar next time.
[Her voice grows quieter, her eyes darting away yet again.]
And what about its texture? It is not too dry? I put it back in the oven when I was not sure it was finished, but when it came out, it was chewier than it perhaps should have been.
[She doesn't really know, she doesn't eat cupcakes!!! More importantly, why does this matter so much and why is she rambling?]
[Her voice grows quieter, her eyes darting away yet again.]
And what about its texture? It is not too dry? I put it back in the oven when I was not sure it was finished, but when it came out, it was chewier than it perhaps should have been.
[She doesn't really know, she doesn't eat cupcakes!!! More importantly, why does this matter so much and why is she rambling?]
[He won't answer, instead pushing off to start going down the slope at a fast clip. He will reach over to place his hand over her as if to help protect and keep in bed place, especially since he doesn't want her to fall out. And this time he won't use his magic, going down the slope normally until they reach the bottom.]
I think we're near where we started...
[He can see the lift not too far away at least.]
I think we're near where we started...
[He can see the lift not too far away at least.]
[There is some nervousness that flickers in her expression, and for a moment, she looks at the cupcake as if it were about to explode icing in her face. But as he holds it out, she leans in...
...Makes an awkward noise...
...And takes a bite...
Her nose wrinkles.]
It is not...great...
...Makes an awkward noise...
...And takes a bite...
Her nose wrinkles.]
It is not...great...
[For a tiny little toy bird, it feels much faster than it actually is. Even with his hand on her head to keep her from falling, she still screams and shrieks at him when he skis down the slope, the cold wind hitting her face and bustling her feathers all out of sorts.
...
...
So when they reach the bottom, he will not get an answer from her. Not verbally, anyway. Just a hard, angry stare up at him, with her feathers all thrown askew, perhaps even some missing thanks to the wind. The betrayal... The utter betrayal......]
...
...
So when they reach the bottom, he will not get an answer from her. Not verbally, anyway. Just a hard, angry stare up at him, with her feathers all thrown askew, perhaps even some missing thanks to the wind. The betrayal... The utter betrayal......]
[He took big bites and he really enjoyed it!! So what if it was a little dry and he icing might have tasted like pure sugar at some points, he likes it!!]
Not in the slightest. However it did occur to me that this would have gone well with some coffee.
Not in the slightest. However it did occur to me that this would have gone well with some coffee.
[He's still chewing on that piece when he hears her words, and there's a small look of surprise. Not from what she's saying exactly but just that she said it at all... And how he can't help but look at her fondly.
He'll reach out and gently brush the side of her chin.]
And you will. Just need a bit of practice, that's all.
He'll reach out and gently brush the side of her chin.]
And you will. Just need a bit of practice, that's all.
[SHE IS A BALLOON. AGAIN...
And now she's going continue to try and wiggle herself free from his coat, because as cozy as he is, this is getting uncomfortable, and his laughter only makes the heat in her face (and her head) grow.]
You are making it worse! I will pluck out your teeth if you do not—
[Uh oh, now she's starting to float, and the top of her head bumps his chin.]
And now she's going continue to try and wiggle herself free from his coat, because as cozy as he is, this is getting uncomfortable, and his laughter only makes the heat in her face (and her head) grow.]
You are making it worse! I will pluck out your teeth if you do not—
[Uh oh, now she's starting to float, and the top of her head bumps his chin.]
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