[She has time to take a step back and let out a laugh, a warning laugh that he seems to completely bypass, because that's all her time. Then, there's his hand on her cheek, and so much sticky batter - she was sure she'd cleaned the bowl better than that - going all over her cheek. She lets out a keening sound of protest, standing still with her eyes closed shut and her mouth stretched into a grin.
Does she care that she's dirty? Not really.] You're the worst - [she laughs out, and opens one eye cautiously, then the other.] Here, join the club. [She grabs onto his shoulders, gets up on her toes, and rubs her smudged cheek against his with a delighted laugh.] Revenge.
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Does she care that she's dirty? Not really.] You're the worst - [she laughs out, and opens one eye cautiously, then the other.] Here, join the club. [She grabs onto his shoulders, gets up on her toes, and rubs her smudged cheek against his with a delighted laugh.] Revenge.