!EXVlxJM9Rg 06/24/10(Thu)04:48 No.10708201|
Setting the food down and shooing the servitor away, you look down at Emmie. You start giving her gentle pokes and prods, and she starts wiggling around trying to avoid them. This eventually devolves into tickling her, and her shrieks and laughs echo about the cabin. You really should get more decorations if you're going to be staying here.
The both of you panting and laughing, you sit down at the table. Emmie starts eating the chicken with her hands, as you forgot the utensils. This has the consequence of her getting her face rather messy. You, equipped with the superior sandwich, do not have this problem. You casually remark about how lethargic the two of you have been the last few days, and Emmie looks at you over the top of her chocolate bar, which she is easting slowly and savoring. "Let me clean up then. Do you think 100 of everything, sit ups, push ups, the works, will make up for it? Oh, and you WILL be joining me."