That's a pretty good guess. I actually really like black and purple the most, though. Silver's good, but I can't control the color of my scales and hair.
[He has a sip of his tea. Yep, that should be child-safe, probably.]
All right. Tea's ready. You need me to cut your cupcake or you think you can handle it all yourself?
[There is no physical way she is ever going to fit this entire cupcake into her tiny mouth. She'd be hard-pressed to manage it even at full size. But where adulthood breeds sensibility, youth comes with daring, and she is thriving on the invincibility of childhood.
Which is to say, she picks up the cupcake in both hands and proceeds to mash it directly into the entire lower half of her face, squealing a muffled giggle when the icing goes everywhere, the cake portion squashes, and it's a red velvet disaster all around.]
[And he can't help but laugh a little, genuine and warm. Ah, hell, this is what it could have been like, right? Growing up with a sibling. That would've been nice for both of them.]
Okay, I gotta check to see if there's still a little girl under there.
[He grabs a napkin, reaching out to wipe down her pastry cheeks.]
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[Squints.]
Silver!
[She points at her face, the cheek area, and then at his own face.]
Because that's what color your scales are! So that should be your favorite!
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[He has a sip of his tea. Yep, that should be child-safe, probably.]
All right. Tea's ready. You need me to cut your cupcake or you think you can handle it all yourself?
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[She pouts, making duck lips at him until the topic of the cupcakes comes up, and then she brightens up again.]
I'm gonna eat the whole thing in one bite.
[Smug.]
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[There's no doubt in his voice, even though he's playing along.]
Oh yeah? I wanna see this. Show me what you got, Reimi.
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[There is no physical way she is ever going to fit this entire cupcake into her tiny mouth. She'd be hard-pressed to manage it even at full size. But where adulthood breeds sensibility, youth comes with daring, and she is thriving on the invincibility of childhood.
Which is to say, she picks up the cupcake in both hands and proceeds to mash it directly into the entire lower half of her face, squealing a muffled giggle when the icing goes everywhere, the cake portion squashes, and it's a red velvet disaster all around.]
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[And he can't help but laugh a little, genuine and warm. Ah, hell, this is what it could have been like, right? Growing up with a sibling. That would've been nice for both of them.]
Okay, I gotta check to see if there's still a little girl under there.
[He grabs a napkin, reaching out to wipe down her pastry cheeks.]
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[Okay, let her just...swallow...and chew...and swallow...and clear her airway...nice.]
See! See! I got it all! That was all of it, I told you!
[It definitely was not, but if he's wiping it off her face, then there is no evidence to prove her wrong.]
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[He dips the end of the napkin into a cup of water to help clean up her face better.]
Have a little bit of tea, it'll help it go down.