[He stares back at her for a moment, as if she'll inevitably bend to the whim of his big sad brown eyes. But then, a sigh of surrender. She's victorious, no words needed there.]
Then... we probably shouldn't lay in bed all day.
That'd be — a bummer.
[He has the paints Aurora gave him? Maybe painting instead...]
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Then... we probably shouldn't lay in bed all day.
That'd be — a bummer.
[He has the paints Aurora gave him? Maybe painting instead...]