[ Her brows raise at him, knowingly. Of course that's the difference! And because she's right (she always is), she's going to go ahead and grab a spoonful of that solyanka again. Or try to, depending on his moodβ ]
Hmm. Yeah! I mean I guess. They'd get a free house and a horse or something too, probably. A ranch.. Then come kids. [ Mumbled, more to the food, completely forgetting about his horseradish suggestion: ] Wish we had sriracha or something..
[She hits the 'k' of kids and he drowns it out with:] Uncle. [Complete with pointed glare. That was a road he really hadn't wanted to go down, and she'd just skipped down it like it was no bother.] I already have enough nightmares, thanks.
[His own appetite now firmly quashed, but he hadn't exactly been cooking for himself anyway.]
Sriracha's what, chillis? No dice. [Not exactly local. He grabs a spoon and stabs it into the jar of horseradish, passes it to her. She'll have to combo the two in her mouth, he isn't making her a serving.] Try this.
[ She skips down it because she has no horse in this race. Everything everyone broadcasts to her brain is background noise at this point, so devoid of actual faces that she feels disconnected from it all. Like twitter! Or facebook. Her brows raise at him when he parrots sriracha (gotta make sure it looks like she's paying attention) and she thinks: no, reddit. ]
βWhat?
[ Rude. She notices him not making her a plate! Apparently enough to shake her of her thoughts. But Lottie does as told, feeling like a toddler as she shoves one spoon in after the other. ]
Oohhh.. Yeah. This. [ She points down at the horseradish with her now clean spoon, glancing between him and the jar. ] Do this thing. That's gonna blow up like crazy!
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Hmm. Yeah! I mean I guess. They'd get a free house and a horse or something too, probably. A ranch.. Then come kids. [ Mumbled, more to the food, completely forgetting about his horseradish suggestion: ] Wish we had sriracha or something..
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[His own appetite now firmly quashed, but he hadn't exactly been cooking for himself anyway.]
Sriracha's what, chillis? No dice. [Not exactly local. He grabs a spoon and stabs it into the jar of horseradish, passes it to her. She'll have to combo the two in her mouth, he isn't making her a serving.] Try this.
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βWhat?
[ Rude. She notices him not making her a plate! Apparently enough to shake her of her thoughts. But Lottie does as told, feeling like a toddler as she shoves one spoon in after the other. ]
Oohhh.. Yeah. This. [ She points down at the horseradish with her now clean spoon, glancing between him and the jar. ] Do this thing. That's gonna blow up like crazy!