A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he gave his glasses a slow, deliberate push up with his middle finger.
"I'll have a cover story ready before Ace even opens his mouth."
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she pauses in her work, before turning fully, a completely amused grin gracing her features as she leans against the countertop.
โtrey clover, you sly fox ~โ she teases, hand resting on her hip.
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He set the platter down and turned toward the oven, checking on something inside with a casual glance.
"Something about 'traditional folk technique' usually throws him off long enough to change the subject."
"Which is why we're not telling him it was a struggle. If he opens his mouth to mock you, just tell him it's a 'rustic artisan loaf' and use those big words to confuse him~"
A soft, huff of laughter escaped him, one that didn't quite reach his eyes... the sort of look he gave when he was calculating how much trouble Ace and Deuce were likely to cause. He adjusted his glasses with a middle finger, the reflex almost instantaneous.
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there is a stifled laugh of amusement heard from the shorter girl as she begins cutting into her own loaf, attempting as neat of slices that she can manage from the obscurely shaped lump of bread.
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"He'll probably just use it as a way to get out of cleaning the table."
He began to arrange the slices of his own bread on a platter, the movements precise and sterile.
He pulled his own loaf closer and began slicing it with a practiced efficiency, clean and even cuts without looking down.
"Bring it anyway. Ace and Deuce will eat anything that's put in front of them without complaints, so you'll have a built-in appreciation committee."
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she lets out a deep sigh of relief, hands coming to rest on her hips.
โwell at least thereโs that ...โ
she looks over at the taller boy, still somewhat sheepish over the bizarre look of her loaf in comparison to its internal structure.
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The logic connecting a stranger's fall to a shared photo ownership via Ace and Deuce was genuinely impressive in how little sense it made, and he filed that away somewhere.
"You know, most people taste things before swallowing them."
The wrapper was still in the air when they'd already finished it. He'd blinked exactly once.
"Right. Found it on Magicam."
He crouched down to their level, retrieving the discarded wrapper from the floor before it became someone else's problem.
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A hand rested on his lap, his gaze lingering on her with a look of quiet satisfaction.
"Go on, blow the candle, make a wish and take a bite. I wonder if you can guess the secret ingredient."
โIโm not pretending at all~โ
She hummed softly as she kept her eyes on him.
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She clapped her hands together once the cake was placed before her with a smile. She looked at him.
โThank you, Trey~โ
His hand moved with precise, rhythmic motions, whipping the frosting into a glossy, pale pink swirl.
"I'm sure you're just pretending to be innocent~"
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He set the cake before her, a single candle flickering, sitting beside her.
"Happy birthday, Riddle."
She blinked a few times as she tilted her head slightly.
โNow, how am I being bold? I havenโt done anything.โ
She giggled softly as she moved her legs slightly, keeping her eyes on him.
โIโm never too distracted to not get a treat.โ
His shoulders shifted as he let out a soft, amused huff of air.
"You're getting a bit bold today, aren't you?"
He glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes gold and warm.
"Careful, or I might decide you're too distracted to get a treat."
She opened the peppermint and put it into her mouth, sucking on it slowly.
โMhm. Perhaps youโre right about that~โ
She giggled softly as her eyes focused on the way his shoulders and moved as he worked.
โOkay~ I think I can manage to do that. Itโs hard not to focus on you.โ
A hand reached for the mixing bowl, the movement fluid and practiced.
"You're far too good at hiding it, usually."
He chuckled, focusing on the frosting.
"Just keep those eyes on me, and stay put, ok?"
She giggled softly as she looked at him. She lightly tapped her fingers against her cheeks as she swung her legs a bit.
โI didnโt know I had a look on my face~โ
She hummed softly as she tilted her head slightly. She was mostly focused on his broad back and shoulders as she โ