"You could just tell me to piss off, you know." He's all mild and grinning as he says it, catching the chain on the tea diffuser and lifting it neatly from the mug. He dumps the former in the sink, leaves and all, with a clatter of metal before moving to fetch the thick, definitively unpasteurized cream from the icebox.
"But you also shouldn't be cooking on your bloody birthday, so what do I know?"
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"You could just tell me to piss off, you know." He's all mild and grinning as he says it, catching the chain on the tea diffuser and lifting it neatly from the mug. He dumps the former in the sink, leaves and all, with a clatter of metal before moving to fetch the thick, definitively unpasteurized cream from the icebox.
"But you also shouldn't be cooking on your bloody birthday, so what do I know?"