[ Well, she has a point. His parents or maybe Jesper might, but they typically texted or called before they dropped in. They all knew he liked to be given a heads up.
She starts taking containers out and he helps arrange the napkins and utensils, accepting the scallion pancakes when she hands them over.
Or rather: the pancakes with the grass. ]
I'm never living that down, huh?
[ Though he laughs lightly, opening up his container and starting to dig in. Honestly, he's not sour over her reminding him– it had been a good night. A good memory. Even if it feels so strangely long ago. ]
Gonna tell your parents about the letter? [ He's sure they'll be thrilled. ]
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She starts taking containers out and he helps arrange the napkins and utensils, accepting the scallion pancakes when she hands them over.
Or rather: the pancakes with the grass. ]
I'm never living that down, huh?
[ Though he laughs lightly, opening up his container and starting to dig in. Honestly, he's not sour over her reminding him– it had been a good night. A good memory. Even if it feels so strangely long ago. ]
Gonna tell your parents about the letter? [ He's sure they'll be thrilled. ]