Luckily he has good reaction instincts but she knows that. He leans in to catch it in his mouth and then chews before grinning at her.
"Taste just as good as I remember. Maybe tomorrow we can pick up some vanilla ice cream to put them on," it's a memory of something they used to do back in the day long ago. A sweet treat in the hot summer months.
He knows he had thoughts when they were eating breakfast about things he wanted to tell her, not happy memories, but at this point they're far gone, instead lost in the flirting. Maybe that was okay, maybe everything didn't have to be all heavy and serious all the time.
He pulls a peach out of the bag and goes to wash it, getting out a knife to cut it. He looks at her while he's doing it, not even paying attention to the peach he's holding in his metal hand. It's a display of his dexterity, his precision in knife work.
"Why don't you come over here and I'll give you some of this, you like peaches don't you?" he asks curiously.
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"Taste just as good as I remember. Maybe tomorrow we can pick up some vanilla ice cream to put them on," it's a memory of something they used to do back in the day long ago. A sweet treat in the hot summer months.
He knows he had thoughts when they were eating breakfast about things he wanted to tell her, not happy memories, but at this point they're far gone, instead lost in the flirting. Maybe that was okay, maybe everything didn't have to be all heavy and serious all the time.
He pulls a peach out of the bag and goes to wash it, getting out a knife to cut it. He looks at her while he's doing it, not even paying attention to the peach he's holding in his metal hand. It's a display of his dexterity, his precision in knife work.
"Why don't you come over here and I'll give you some of this, you like peaches don't you?" he asks curiously.