[ The readhead alerts her eyes, tongue idly pressing against a pointy tooth. Guilty.
William's fussing catches her attention, which gives her the perfect opportunity to sweep away! She's up on her feet, heading for the kitchen so that she may procure something else for them to enjoy, presumably.
But, she will offer him a reply over her shoulder, at the very least. ]
You seem to assume that this soul mate of mine would be any better than I am.
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William's fussing catches her attention, which gives her the perfect opportunity to sweep away! She's up on her feet, heading for the kitchen so that she may procure something else for them to enjoy, presumably.
But, she will offer him a reply over her shoulder, at the very least. ]
You seem to assume that this soul mate of mine would be any better than I am.