"Oh Lord, please?" Look at the pitiful Ace-puppydog-eyes. The girl'd kill for chocolate. The fruit hits the plate and bounces a bit, anchored by the fork still stuck in it.
Before she answers, she scoops up a heaping spoonful of ice cream and downs it with the efficiency that comes naturally to a tweenager. Her eyes roll back with bliss. Ah, chocolate. She does remember her manners, and swallows before talking. "Did I mention I love the Bar? Ummhmm." she sets about to clearing the bowl of ice cream in record time.
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"Well, it's probably healthier for you this way... not that that's that much of a consolation, I know. Tell me... you done with that?"
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"With... what? This?" she waves the half-eaten piece of fruit.
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Not quite waiting for a response, Kestrel turns to the bar again.
"Bar, lovely, two bowls of your best chocolate ice cream, would you? Please? I think she gets the point."
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The bar is quite good when it comes to ice cream.
"Looks like she's taking pity on you."
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"Did I mention I love the Bar? Ummhmm." she sets about to clearing the bowl of ice cream in record time.
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Kestrel digs in to her own bowl.
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Yum.