(Oh, no, too much. Lucretia leans back immediately, showing him her hands to indicate that she'd been doing it for the razz (and also as a peaceful gesture) but it's... it's weird.)
No, I'm aware.
(The silence that falls after that is awkward. Lucretia looks at him for a beat longer, then turns back to her cookie dough, reaching for a rolling pin and– ah.)
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No, I'm aware.
(The silence that falls after that is awkward. Lucretia looks at him for a beat longer, then turns back to her cookie dough, reaching for a rolling pin and– ah.)
You... got any more flour?