[ Ugh, fine. Party pooper. Sometimes all a girl wants is some fun in the form of a giant biscuit baking party.
But she'll take this reaction too. She hadn't quite known what to expect when she had come up with this ridiculous one-brain celled plan to give her large cut out head of Steve to him. If he hadn't liked it well, the next natural step would have been to gift it to Steve because why wouldn't someone want a giant cardboard cutout of themselves?
Needless to say, she's pleased and it shows in the way she wrinkles her little nose and how her eyes crinkle at the corners. She can't help the disbelief that slips into her words. ]
Really? I mean, I definitely meant it to be a bit of a joke but I'm so glad you like it. I figured that if I made one with your face on it, this was only fair.
[ she can make a giant biscuit all she wants!!! just don't make him responsible for it. that's all he asks.
sam is a bit too focused on turning the cutout of steve's head around in his hands to notice just how pleased she is, but that's okay. something tells him that it isn't about to be something that goes away. ]
Oh no, this is great. Steve has been giving me shit for ages because of mine. Now- oh man, you've made me unstoppable. I'm saving this for the perfect moment. C'mere- [ hope hilda is ready, because sam is getting out of his chair to come and give her a big hug. she can't escape it, either, it's happening. ]
[ Even if she doesn't make him responsible for it, he's somehow, some way, going to be responsible for it because he's the one who put the idea into her head. And really, would she be her if she didn't put some of that inconsequential, silly blame on him? Earning Hilda's affections weren't a difficult thing to do. But she would be lying if she said that she didn't have a soft spot for the man who was effectively everyone's adoptive dad/big brother/uncle rolled into one.
Musings of biscuits and blame can at least be put aside for now, especially when there's a hug to be addressed. Never one to pass on a hug she immediately goes to meet him partway, smooshing her cheek against his chest with a gleeful laugh as her arms wrap around him. ]
Really though, I'm glad that you're taking a break from at least one thing, Sam. [ The one thing being a Conclave rep. ] I feel like you take on so much. Don't you get tired?
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But she'll take this reaction too. She hadn't quite known what to expect when she had come up with this ridiculous one-brain celled plan to give her large cut out head of Steve to him. If he hadn't liked it well, the next natural step would have been to gift it to Steve because why wouldn't someone want a giant cardboard cutout of themselves?
Needless to say, she's pleased and it shows in the way she wrinkles her little nose and how her eyes crinkle at the corners. She can't help the disbelief that slips into her words. ]
Really? I mean, I definitely meant it to be a bit of a joke but I'm so glad you like it. I figured that if I made one with your face on it, this was only fair.
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sam is a bit too focused on turning the cutout of steve's head around in his hands to notice just how pleased she is, but that's okay. something tells him that it isn't about to be something that goes away. ]
Oh no, this is great. Steve has been giving me shit for ages because of mine. Now- oh man, you've made me unstoppable. I'm saving this for the perfect moment. C'mere- [ hope hilda is ready, because sam is getting out of his chair to come and give her a big hug. she can't escape it, either, it's happening. ]
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Musings of biscuits and blame can at least be put aside for now, especially when there's a hug to be addressed. Never one to pass on a hug she immediately goes to meet him partway, smooshing her cheek against his chest with a gleeful laugh as her arms wrap around him. ]
Really though, I'm glad that you're taking a break from at least one thing, Sam. [ The one thing being a Conclave rep. ] I feel like you take on so much. Don't you get tired?