[She crams the last of a cookie into her mouth, lifting the plate away and aiming her knuckles into his cheek. She is at least not punching him, but she is aiming to push him firmly away.]
Well too bad for you, don't be a pig! This is mine. [At least she's trying to keep it quiet, voice only scaled to an outraged whisper.]
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Well too bad for you, don't be a pig! This is mine. [At least she's trying to keep it quiet, voice only scaled to an outraged whisper.]