[ Popping her head back seems to have the opposite effect, making him spill some on his lap because of how suddenly she turned. He plays it cool until she turns away again, at which point he sets his cup on the table and stands up, dancing through the pain.
When she turns to face him again, he's pretending to be stretching before he leans towards the counter again, inspecting cookie she's holding in her hand. ]
--I can handle stale. [ He thinks? It's better than nothing, he supposes. ]
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When she turns to face him again, he's pretending to be stretching before he leans towards the counter again, inspecting cookie she's holding in her hand. ]
--I can handle stale. [ He thinks? It's better than nothing, he supposes. ]
Wanna try at the same time?