EVIE
His innocent rebuttal is far from it, but she narrows her eyes and leaves it. For now. She’ll get her hand on that cookie cutter soon enough, maybe for a second batch. Or maybe just to liberate from his kitchen and take to the inn with her to become part of her meager possessions. Either way, it’s far from over.
Any burgeoning excitement over the cookies entering the oven is whisked away by the swift, unexpected maneuvering around her feeble blockade. “Cheater!” she gasps, trying to swat at the spoon midair in a last ditch attempt to prevent him from obtaining his share. It’s futile of course, and her brow and nose wrinkle in a contorted pout. Stubbornly she shifts the opening of the bowl to press against her abdomen, willing to sacrifice the small bits clinging to the rim to the squishy death they suffer against her blouse. Now she couldn’t eat it, but neither could he. “Here I was being kind and offering you a bite, because we had a truce, and now neither of us gets anything. Happy now?” Spinning on her heel - and briefly pausing, realizing she has no plan and forced to concoct one on the spot - Evie smirks over her shoulder. “More for Belial then.” And like a naughty child caught with a purloined cookie who’s willing to risk it all, she runs for the living room.
Any burgeoning excitement over the cookies entering the oven is whisked away by the swift, unexpected maneuvering around her feeble blockade. “Cheater!” she gasps, trying to swat at the spoon midair in a last ditch attempt to prevent him from obtaining his share. It’s futile of course, and her brow and nose wrinkle in a contorted pout. Stubbornly she shifts the opening of the bowl to press against her abdomen, willing to sacrifice the small bits clinging to the rim to the squishy death they suffer against her blouse. Now she couldn’t eat it, but neither could he. “Here I was being kind and offering you a bite, because we had a truce, and now neither of us gets anything. Happy now?” Spinning on her heel - and briefly pausing, realizing she has no plan and forced to concoct one on the spot - Evie smirks over her shoulder. “More for Belial then.” And like a naughty child caught with a purloined cookie who’s willing to risk it all, she runs for the living room.
Don't look up, just let them think
There's no place else you'd rather be
There's no place else you'd rather be
