[Restraining a squeak at the pinch and batting his hand away, Evelyn shoots Dan a look that is trying (and failing) to reprimand him for the gesture. Needling her has been a favoured pastime of late.]
Yes, yes, we'll find something sweet, I think, [she waves dismissively, looping an arm in his.] Come along.
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Yes, yes, we'll find something sweet, I think, [she waves dismissively, looping an arm in his.] Come along.