[Magnus places his ice cream right next to her milkshake so they're both in optimal sharing distance. He hadn't expected Hana to share hers—he couldn't possibly be misreading that second straw, could he?—but he's totally fine with sharing his own.]
...As long as you let me try some of yours, too. Ooh, is that hot fudge?
[There's still some nerves, sure, but he can work around them. Hana's nice. He feels good about this. ...He can turn up the flirt just a notch.]
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[Magnus places his ice cream right next to her milkshake so they're both in optimal sharing distance. He hadn't expected Hana to share hers—he couldn't possibly be misreading that second straw, could he?—but he's totally fine with sharing his own.]
...As long as you let me try some of yours, too. Ooh, is that hot fudge?
[There's still some nerves, sure, but he can work around them. Hana's nice. He feels good about this. ...He can turn up the flirt just a notch.]