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79. “It’s not my fault if dream children find you delicious!”
He catches the pillow that she hurls at his direction just before it hits his face. He grins, before placing one hand on his belly as he attempts to regain his composure. His eyes still watering from the fit of laughter he had burst into just minutes for when Mia had solemnly told him about a nightmare she had in which she was chased around by infants who seemed to have mistaken her for a giant cupcake, “At least you can learn from this, right?” He says breezily, still chuckling somewhat as he moves over to her bed, making himself comfortable beside her as he always does, laying on his stomach, gazing up at her -- a mixture of amazement, amusement and delight flickering in his green hues. “Never perform any ballet recitals wearing a cupcake costume, nothing good will ever come out of it. I can’t imagine it’s comfortable to wear, either.” He teases as he rests his hand upon her knee.
