"Call me Aggie again and I'll make sure you don't any sprinkles," she said quickly with a twist of her lips, once again trying to hold back a laugh. All she managed to do was screw up her face in a ridiculous manner and--just. Stop. Being. So. Cute.
She couldn't ask him that, right? That would be weird, wouldn't it? Agatha wanted to tell him to stop having such a nice smile and a nice laugh and a good sense of humor because then she wouldn't get that awkward feeling in her chest and she wouldn't want to giggle like an idiot (or maybe even snort--oh God, she couldn't in front of--shush!).
"But---yeah, I mean," She shrugged, eyebrows going high. "I did just save your arse." Now she allowed herself to grin, crossing her arms over her chest.
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