[ When her toast pops up, she doesn't move to go and retrieve it from the toaster. With a pointed finger, she drops it onto her plate, smiling widely at how seamless that felt. It'd been a touch wobbly, but it hadn't fallen to the floor this time.
Cocking her brow at his plate, she moves to grab it. ] This one is clearly mine.
[ But she tries to steal both of the plates to take to the table, not wanting Pietro to have to burden himself with such a mundane task after the took the time to cook them an assortment of eggs. She's grateful that he's given her at least one runny one—she much prefers to dip her toast into it and frustrate him than to eat the entire egg. ]
Hurry up before I drop your dish all over the floor.
[ Because she wants the chairs pulled out, they pull out themselves. ]
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Cocking her brow at his plate, she moves to grab it. ] This one is clearly mine.
[ But she tries to steal both of the plates to take to the table, not wanting Pietro to have to burden himself with such a mundane task after the took the time to cook them an assortment of eggs. She's grateful that he's given her at least one runny one—she much prefers to dip her toast into it and frustrate him than to eat the entire egg. ]
Hurry up before I drop your dish all over the floor.
[ Because she wants the chairs pulled out, they pull out themselves. ]