She gave him a cheeky grin as he pressed the washcloth to her face, and pointed to her cheek. “Now you have to kiss it and make it better,” She teased, and when he complained about being hit in the shins, she bumped his hip with her hip.
“Man up, Fredo. Girls don’t like whiners.”
Olive slapped him on the hand when he stole one of her olives, and gave him a look as she stirred the noodles. “But the olives bring out the overall deliciousness, where the sauce just sort of adds a sort of flavor.” That was a lie. Olive always did like the sauce better than the olives, but she’d never tell Alfred that. He wouldn’t let her hear the end of it.
“Oh why thank you darling. Did you get thicker glasses? You look like even more of a nerd!”
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