A quiet snort of a laugh (at Felix the Cat and his penguin friends), and then Liz shakes her head against the pillow, just a little bit.
"The carton that was in the fridge is empty," she says, and her wry eyes leave little doubt as to who she is blaming for that one.
Still, she doesn't seem all too peeved about it, considering that her next move is to press a kiss to his chin and then shift again, close enough now that their noses are nearly touching.
Softly (and a hell of a lot softer than some people would think she is capable of): "Thanks for earlier." She lets her fingers slowly trail up from his neck, just enough to smooth his sideburn with her thumb.
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"The carton that was in the fridge is empty," she says, and her wry eyes leave little doubt as to who she is blaming for that one.
Still, she doesn't seem all too peeved about it, considering that her next move is to press a kiss to his chin and then shift again, close enough now that their noses are nearly touching.
Softly (and a hell of a lot softer than some people would think she is capable of): "Thanks for earlier." She lets her fingers slowly trail up from his neck, just enough to smooth his sideburn with her thumb.