[ Her gaze softens up at him as they fit in close together, unable to stop the smile from spreading on her lips. Swaying lightly against him, she tilts her head into the touch of his hand, chuckling softly .]
You do not want me in the kitchen, for the record. Unless it's to butcher something, maybe.
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You do not want me in the kitchen, for the record. Unless it's to butcher something, maybe.