[Spoilers: she's either nice or helpful, but never both at once. It's because she's so short and, ergo, closer to hell.]
Um, that was the plan. [And she tugs apart the plastic chocolate chip cookie bag, takes a moment to glimpse over at a measuring cup set aside, and proceeds to dump the entirety of the bag's contents into her bowl of batter.
In the middle of stirring, she pauses and glances up at him.]
Need something? [why are you still here, bruh. Except no, she knows exactly why he's still here, but she knows full well what power she has here and she's going to milk it for all it's worth.]
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Um, that was the plan. [And she tugs apart the plastic chocolate chip cookie bag, takes a moment to glimpse over at a measuring cup set aside, and proceeds to dump the entirety of the bag's contents into her bowl of batter.
In the middle of stirring, she pauses and glances up at him.]
Need something? [why are you still here, bruh. Except no, she knows exactly why he's still here, but she knows full well what power she has here and she's going to milk it for all it's worth.]