[It doesn't work. No, it does - just not in the way he's expecting. He scratches under his chin and stares at his tea. Then he stares at her, watching her intently.
It's frustrating.
Though he lets it continue for a while till he tilts his head and talks slowly.]
That's enough.
Drink your chocolate. It'll turn cold. The waste would be far from... satisfactory.
[He adds quickly. He doesn't care so much about her thinking for herself what no get out.]
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[He speaks in a soft, encouraging tone - like he's talking to a patient. Or a child. There's no difference here.]
Do you think I cannot tell the difference? Don't act cute with me. I really don't need it.
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Oh, boo. But I'm cute with everyone.
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It's frustrating.
Though he lets it continue for a while till he tilts his head and talks slowly.]
That's enough.
Drink your chocolate. It'll turn cold. The waste would be far from... satisfactory.
[He adds quickly. He doesn't care so much about her thinking for herself what no get out.]
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[ If he's going to play at being a mentor, shouldn't she get treats out of it? ]
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[But if she steals them, he'll just turn a blind eye.]
Given all the sugar that's already in your bloodstream, I hardly think you require more. You are already quite energetic.