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“Thanks,” she grinned, briefly flashing the expression at the other once more. “It’s one of my many, many specialties.”
“It’s good,” he nods his head, the impressed curve of his lips lasting for only seconds before his expression falls flat, and a hand slams against the table whilst he leans in, voice releasing low, but all too loud to consider a whisper. “I’ll have you know I’m also king of the puppy dog eyes and if you think for one second such a trick is gonna work? I’ll inform you now that you are wrong. You know how many bananas I eat in a day?” The question seems completely off-point, but his features mold to display genuine curiosity as if he absolutely would not finish until she’d either said his thought amount, or placed a guess. Of course in the end, the question is rhetorical as he continues on to his theatrical, and rather unnecessary, rant. “A lot. I eat a lot of bananas. I also eat a lot of oranges and there is no way a man that eats this much fruit will fall under such a spell. If it won’t work on me, it won’t work on the majority of the cold blooded media hipsters all trying to find that special spunk that’s gonna get them to the tip top of the ladder, so we’ll need to come up with something more than just puppy dog eyes if you wanna catch the media’s attention, trust me, I’m a pro. Now hand me the phone Let me show you how the Top Dog does it.”