[ Snorting, he listens attentively and sniffs when something apple-y sifts like a hot airborne tang up his nostrils, eyes snapping open the second they're allowed. He blinks down sideways and shifts to sit around a bit more, getting a better look. His lips twitch, as if he can't quite visualise Verity actually handling ingredients and mashing them together to create anything of the sort (and it comes off a bit sorry, yes, but it smells good). ]
Aw, honey. You baked! [ He coos for teasing effect, tilting his head to the side with a sappy bat of his lashes. ] You shouldn't have.
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Aw, honey. You baked! [ He coos for teasing effect, tilting his head to the side with a sappy bat of his lashes. ] You shouldn't have.