[He's listening, but he doesn't quite grasp where she's going with this. What do smiley citrus have to do with people getting sick from the cold? He squints through his bangs, trying to get a peek of her in his peripheral vision.]
I mean, yeah, I guess the fruit faces can be kinda... alien. If you really think about them.
[He's quiet for a few seconds, mulling over the fact that he's never actually thought about them before. Then he decides there are other things he'd much rather waste his time on. With a sweeping stretch, he hands his mom his hairband.]
I know how to fix this. We're getting hot chocolate. On me.
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[He's listening, but he doesn't quite grasp where she's going with this. What do smiley citrus have to do with people getting sick from the cold? He squints through his bangs, trying to get a peek of her in his peripheral vision.]
I mean, yeah, I guess the fruit faces can be kinda... alien. If you really think about them.
[He's quiet for a few seconds, mulling over the fact that he's never actually thought about them before. Then he decides there are other things he'd much rather waste his time on. With a sweeping stretch, he hands his mom his hairband.]
I know how to fix this. We're getting hot chocolate. On me.