[She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it, and waits. Until he's done fumbling with whatever he's trying to perfect on her face right now.]
I wouldn't quit my day job for art anyway. [She reaches up and rubs the heel of her palm gently over the line above his eyebrow, stopping batter from dripping into his eye. At the most now, it'll just be sticky.]
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I wouldn't quit my day job for art anyway. [She reaches up and rubs the heel of her palm gently over the line above his eyebrow, stopping batter from dripping into his eye. At the most now, it'll just be sticky.]