[ shaking his head, he smiles. he leaves the batter on his nose, turning away from her to set the box upright. then he flicks it, making it fall down onto the counter. he doesn't pick it up again. ]
Betty agrees. We're good friends.
[ when he drags his fingers along the inside of the bowl, he doesn't lick the batter off again. he swipes his fingers along her cheek — and shrugs his shoulders in mock innocence as he repeats the action inside the bowl with the intention to lick it off. ]
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[ shaking his head, he smiles. he leaves the batter on his nose, turning away from her to set the box upright. then he flicks it, making it fall down onto the counter. he doesn't pick it up again. ]
Betty agrees. We're good friends.
[ when he drags his fingers along the inside of the bowl, he doesn't lick the batter off again. he swipes his fingers along her cheek — and shrugs his shoulders in mock innocence as he repeats the action inside the bowl with the intention to lick it off. ]