[This child. He must know that literally anybody else would be dead? Still, though she would never admit it, sharing this kind of stuff with him is the teeniest, tiniest bit… fun. Doesn't mean she's going to act less like a grump.]
… She's complimented my hair. Does it matter?
[Back still facing him, she snaps her fingers and points at the cutting board.]
You better bet I could think of a lot more chores for you.
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… She's complimented my hair. Does it matter?
[Back still facing him, she snaps her fingers and points at the cutting board.]
You better bet I could think of a lot more chores for you.