[There's a wealth of feelings that surge up through her at the sight, honestly. She recalls coming over, giving him kisses when he'd tilt his head back over the back of a chair to look at her. Remembers that lazy smile on his face when she pulled away, when he'd wake up in the morning, when he'd look at her across the training room before PFL. The feeling washes over her in a fond memory, like something just out of sight, like something she recalls from a dream.
And then it's the egg in his hands that catches her attention, and the nostalgia turns into curiosity-- surprise.]
Wh-.... really?
[The second part is laughed slightly, like she can't believe it.]
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And then it's the egg in his hands that catches her attention, and the nostalgia turns into curiosity-- surprise.]
Wh-.... really?
[The second part is laughed slightly, like she can't believe it.]